First semester of sophmore year is not longer present,
this winter is hitting harder than ever.
Some days it's naive thinking you can beat the weather,
are things getting better?
Two months in the anxieties won
and I went home to lay face down in bed.
But last week on the train I felt like I left something more than my hometown station.
Four months of breathing through knitted scarfs and walking on ice, makes the same ground feel so stabile in spring.
But I can't remember certain things I've learned,
making me repeat the same mistakes I know I'm about to make
all in vain.
December makes me feel like I'm changing,
this time like I'm closer than ever to be someone
who I could eventually be comfortable with.
What does that say, really?
Two months in to sophmore year the anxieties won,
but last week on the train I felt like I left something more than my hometown station.