This Is How Winter Feels Like To Me.
This is how winter feels like to me.


And Charles Bukowski poems.
Slowdive, cold wind, the day ends too quickly. Usual cigarette tastes different and I can’t comprehend any thought or feelings, it’s just constant void and unknown ache. I really do hate winter, yet I enjoy it’s silence. The numbness.
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