Winterbreak.

--It was not exactly my intention.

Press pause, I'm in the warm coziness of home.

Press random, at the theater where you met me, I wasn't nearly as there.

Press add file, in between the streetlights, when our discoshoes smashed the young ice.

Press play, we meet undercover. Often.

Press repeat, I loved you when I saw the freckles on your arms.

Press eject, I hated you for your serene silence, necessary terseness.

Press volume up, at the museum, at the café, at the bar, in the alleyways, in your room, in my room.

Press volume down, when I cross the doorframe.

Press previous, I'm a kid again.

Press next, please do not.

Press stop, the month will be over soon. Don't forget me.

--Thx Itunes.