Dreams in a jar.

It’s that time of the year again.

The time when I hear of heart breaks and lip cracks.
The time when I am not the only thing cold around.
The time when I talk to fireflies and sparrows.
The time when I never tire enough to fall asleep. 
The time when I have nightmares which are bizzare.
The time when I miss everything I lost during the year.
The time when I wish someone would take me away from here.
The time when I take all my wishes and dreams and pickle them in a jar.
The time when I lie to myself and believe I haven’t lost everything.
The time when I fold my arms around myself because there is no one else there.
The time when I yearn for someone close I could love.
The time when I wonder what she is thinking of.

Later.