~Not Really Sure What This Is~

[quillory]

I need music to listen to when I go on walks. Because when I don't have music to occupy my brain, my thoughts wander.

It's winter again. People bundled up warm, people walking the streets. 
Some are alone. Some are with friends. Some are with each other.
Holiday music pushes itself through the air, weaving around snowflakes.
I like the traditional ones - the ones that don't make me think of 

You.

The ones I don't care for, the words that assure you that
you're the only thing I want for Christmas,
They're here, too. But They're wrong.
You're not what I want. I don't want you. I've never wanted you.
What I really want is

Us.

Jack Frost wraps his arms around me, and I pull my coat closer to myself,
Pretending it's your embrace that warms me.
And when I pass the brightly lit store windows
My eyes don't see the reflection they want to see.
They see me, when they want to see

Us.

I'd trade the chilly breeze for the brush of your hand, any day.
And I'd rather have one kiss from you than a million from the snowfall.
And when I curl up between my blankets at night, staring at the
material promises beneath that tree,
I can't help but wonder, if what you're really wishing for is

Me.

On a completely unrelated note, I have found the perfect combination of music to simulate the effects of getting stoned. 
Malena Ernman and Intervision in a shufflemix.
Equals one musically baked Katelynn.
Now just think what would happen if I added Cran-Pom to the mix.
x_x

Kalevi, I blame you for half of this. >:D Damn you and your excellent taste in music.

To everyone else (and Kalevi too, I suppose) I wish a fond goodnight. 
Επσησ, σ'αγαπο. <3