in winter, my body slowly dies. i stop getting chills and start getting older.
i’m the ice queen sending anger your way.
in spring, i grow back my veins, and want it to rain every day.
i’m the one staying inside even on good days, missing the vitamin d.
in summer i wear all the coats and jackets i can, i’m defective.
i’m a defective unit, unable to be warm or cold.
in fall, i love it.
the one time i can go outside in room temperature.