m0ntRé@L

in one of my first memories I am staring super-closely at multi-colored christmas tree lights while eating fake, decorative icicles. the years pass fast and i come to understand that in late autumn the rain and snow sometimes get confused about whose show it is, but they mostly work together and love one another nonetheless. and just last night i spoke to the river and said, "the only club or institution I have ever fit into and been a convincing member of is the after-dark club or the university of midnight and beyond."