winters:
blunt reasoning without a doubt in mind,
blow me over, it doesn’t matter what kind –
with this cold blooded soul, nothing more
can send me into a loop of constant despair
me:
everything escalates too fast, too sudden for me to grasp
settling down is the best I can find – no more nights
looking for someone new or something in sight.
stepping into the breeze, I fall – caught by the cold
In the Moment 