Last year, I learned what it was to move backwards... Last year, I learned what it was to move backwards I learned how to be stagnant and...

...it's still my kind of weather. where chimneys spray fumes of gingerbread and amethyst smoke down the block. It snowed-in the cluster...

it consumes my entire being, a galaxy unto itself, with scorching stars and pirouetting planets... my love for you, spills out, in an...