Snow
The snow against the black sky is quieting and soothing. I feel distant and removed form just about everyone, and the one I want to be close to wont let me in anymore.
I hate conversations, I hate small talk. Casual acquaintances are painful. I lower my eyes so I don't have to say hello.
I make myself misreable and I do nothing to change it.
I feel small.
I do nothing for anybody.
Friendships are all contrived in certain ways. We have friends, and value them subconciously on what they do for us, what position they fill in our lives. I would be filler.
I hate these moods.
Unfairly, to them and not me, only one person can turn these moods of mine.
It's a terrible burden.
The snow is beautiful.
I wish I could do something beautiful.
I hate conversations, I hate small talk. Casual acquaintances are painful. I lower my eyes so I don't have to say hello.
I make myself misreable and I do nothing to change it.
I feel small.
I do nothing for anybody.
Friendships are all contrived in certain ways. We have friends, and value them subconciously on what they do for us, what position they fill in our lives. I would be filler.
I hate these moods.
Unfairly, to them and not me, only one person can turn these moods of mine.
It's a terrible burden.
The snow is beautiful.
I wish I could do something beautiful.