A little this and that. A tit for tat. The scribbles that made it better. A Beautiful Sad. Who else feels heavy when it’s cold and cloudy? Who else feels mopey when it’s fucking chilly? How long should it hold?

Here just trying to feel the colors, even when the sun has gone, this will soon come undone. Rip it open, let the rainbow seep out, even when it’s fucking cold out. I’ll be fine, I’ve always held out.

I really don’t want to shed tears just because lady Winter’s here, she lovingly makes my insides heavy and wither. Now Sad, I welcome you with open arms so you see, that now I see nothing’s bad and sad about being Sad, you’re just you, I now see your charm and beauty. My Beautiful Sad.