The cold January air has filled my lungs. A fiery gaze I give the moon—my tight breathing, hitching, my divine shadow foreshadowing what will happen next. Blood and my sweet cherry wine.
The stars hovering over the moon and the gray clouds fogged up, and him beside me. His heartbeat almost dug out of his chest; even if I can make out what he will say next, I make sure I wear an all smile. He needs to see I am better off without him. He needs to know I will be okay.
And the next thing I knew... He was gone far away like a ship in the night, drowned by waves and the dark, fiery gaze of the ocean. I listen, and as I slowly lose the noise of everyone, I lose myself. And then this song came; another tear swelled at the sight of my eyes. I sang a little bit, and a part of me lost everything that night.
The cold January air and my sweet cherry wine.
I remember how I stopped writing when I was grade 12 and now that I'm on my second year as a college student, I'm here again... Meeting the old self I buried years ago.
And to top it all, I'm tired. Aren't we all? But somehow, the universe always put me back together like missing puzzles and I regain some of my strength. And here I am, back again.
Cherry Wine - Hozier
