thismindthisbodyandthisvoicecannotbestifled

[bonoboluvmonkey]

theres something strangely spiritual about this time of year
i used to hate it, but ive changed my mind
cold brutal wind tearing through the gaps between the yarn of my hat
ripping the leaves off of the trees
down to the very soul
the wind gains so much strength because there are no trees to stop it.
and you know it wont get warm
the snow comes next
beautiful and merciless
hiding and sheilding... making the wretched cold bearable
if only because you cant see the dirt decay underneath
blinding sunlight everytime you step outside
the beauty in the illusion