like snow. like gold.

[blueskyfrompain]

i want to write and write and write.
but what would i say.
what could i ever say to you?
it's starting all over again.
new season, new faces, but it's all the same.
keeping up with tradition, i'm trapped in this maze again.
with you.
but it is the only place i want to be.
again.
and again.
and again.