freezing cold

it’s winter, it’s cold. once me and Ryder went ice skating i cried i hate falling it hurts a lot more when it’s cold. you held my hand so hard for the first time it was when i really knew you loved me even with all my problems. i don’t mind the cold though—i like it arguably it feels nice the snow is sound proofing for everyone and everything. i walked out and there were a bunch of bunnys i love bunnys. it feels awkward to just sit there and stare into the sky or into the distance the darkness, but sometimes i need the cold i need the air i’m toooo cooped up. i stare into the distance through the trees onto the view of headlight’s listening to the echo of cars on the highway. getting away or going to work maybe just not home. i like the car. i miss you Ryder i hope we will meet again in this life or another, i hope you are the crows reincarnation the ones outside my window.