Spending the night reading away into slumber.

Like this post if you live in New York.

I will ride the train into the city and spend the day away at Union Square with an open heart and a half-empty journal.

My hands are always cold.  My already pale skin turns almost transparent (as does my soul) by the time Autumn hits this town.  Tinges of blue hint at the surface of my skin and not even layers upon layers of clothing can keep me warm.  I am reminded of you.

I ache inside.  Amid the crisp and chilled winds, my heart grows a little colder.  Distance will grow between you and I; only memories will remain.  I will grow older and I will learn to adapt, learn to become one with Autumn and her soul.  

I ache to be held by you.

I am craving emptiness.