Hot Heat

Time has stepped left into that peculiar phase of things that only seems to happen in the holidays. Where days seem to stretch into eternity yet fly past at the same time. Its hot and I'm restless. Warm nights don't really agree with me unless I'm outside. Its one of those evenings when you think about all the wonderful things you could be doing and resolve to start them, but tomorrow. Fitting since tomorrow is new years eve. I don't really like new years. I always feel obligated to do something smashing and it always falls flat, except maybe that one time when I went to christchurch.

The words drip of your toungue like crystals sparkling in the warmth.