The only season there is

I can't accept this loneliness. Sometimes the urge to share is overwhelming. To save time, might as well throw myself into a wall. If nothing can't ever be conveyed in all its purity, then what is the point of anything?
We need our illusions
Lucidity is a trap. You're wasting your time trying to look at things as they really are.
Run.
Drown yourself in your fantasies.
Learn to breath underwater. 

Forget there ever was a surface.
There is no relief in truth:
we are much too random.

If I love you enough I'll make up a God for you
I'll make you up stories with heroes bound by destiny and fate
If I love you enough
I'll swear to you you were made for big things
and that your wishes will be fulfilled eventually
that we transcend each other
"I thought it wasn't possible
but look at us"

I'll weave you the most beautiful lies
to keep us warm
Keep us warm and safe
at all of Winter's nights