i found a fuzzy hat from a long time ago. it's quite a useful find, since the temperature keeps dropping lower and lower. hello winter. i barely had time to enjoy autumn, but already the weeks of nonstop rain and seeing my breath fog up when i exhale are here. time moves so fast when you're stuck waiting.
my hands are shivering but i can't stop writing. i want to make new music. i'm sick of waiting around and getting by. i carry a notebook with me and i look for inspiration everywhere. every misfortune is a verse in my notebook, and if it makes for good art, then keep hurting me.
i feel like a fucking movie star, except the movie is all about hallucinating ghosts and grainy video and crying into a microphone. but hopefully over winter i'll freeze over and turn all of this pain into something beautiful. it's so late but i can't sleep, so i just stare at the moon and type random thoughts somewhere i know no one will ever read it.
unless you are reading this. in which case... oops.
what sweet misfortune you are, november. you pack a punch for sure.
- mikey
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