What I Want

I want winter to get here. I want to crawl under my blanket and lie there for hours. I want to sip hot coffee and smoke endless cigarettes in the cold rain. I want to wear full-sleeved clothes.
I want it all to be further away.

I want reasons.
But none of yours.
I want windows I can look into. I want strawberry ice cream in the rain. I want to want to wait and not have to.

I want things to make sense -
even if just temporarily.

I want reasons to stay.
I need reasons to stay.

...

You don't count anymore.

I need winter to get here...