once i thought my innocence was gone. hm hm hm. lalala.

[cimorene]

The air blew biting-cold, tingling with the promise of tomorrow morning's frost, chilled my eyelashes for that surreal feeling when you close your eyes and they play along your cheeks, numbing like ice.

--consoling myself for icky het with pretty nature. hm hm hm.

The weeks fading into months, the cherry blossoms' fall, the warm kiss of golden sun and the flush of approaching summer on the breeze.