Here we go again. Months, days and now evidently years hardly change anything. This feeling has been buried so deep inside of me but all it took is your voice. An apology, for the trouble, for my hell. Here we are a year and a half later, and the first day we met is the most vivid instant in my mind. Here we are gripping on to the memories. Wishing we were capable of everything back then that we are of now. And just like the smell of the grass I thought I had forgotten, all the feelings are revealing themselves under the melting snow.
I can't help but imagine removing your head.