GIVE IT BACK. the other side of winter.

I've never screamed so loudly.
The rain has never fallen so quietly.
The wind has never shown such ferocity.
And the trees have never missed the winds beating quite as much.

The summer misses the beating of butterflies wings, so it hides itself under a winters coat. Becomes white with terror, hiding under blankets of snow, denying the truth with a chilly exterior.

And Autumn is an irony that I've never really wanted to face. A force fed change of mother nature, when all that lives with her desperately wants to cling to the warmth and life of the seasons preceedings.

Oh God I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I fucking hate it. World, you deserve your disasters, you deserve your global warming, and your hurricanes, and floods, and fires, and drought. But the people that live on you. The people that work tirelessly for you. The people that just want everything to work out. They don't deserve your change for dead in autumn. They don't deserve your lifeless winter, with its barren streets. I shouldn't have to compensate with the artificial warmth of a lit fire in my house, when you could just let the sun shine through and warm my face.
I hate how you work. I hate how you revolve and move and coexist with other systems. I hate your placement in the solar system. I hate you so much it makes me feel ill.

And I can't help but hate now.
I can't help but cry now.
I can't help it.
At all.

My heart wells, and is lodged in my throat.
I can't breath.
I can't see straight.