I made you, as the winter set in. Chipped in my uneven edges, and the warm blush of everything I had. Added a playful squeeze, and hushed whispers of mischief. A spoonful of darkness. Shameless lust. Pages of sunlit poetry.
Since I started documenting my musings since I was young, it has provided me the benefit of documenting the evolution of my thought patterns over years, in quite a public spectacle. Rains have always made me fall in love with everyone and everything around me. Yet, also reminded me of a sunny afternoon that's no more.