first day of spring my ass
^_^ yea, so its spring all right....my ass its spring, its snowing sooo damn hard here, I have at LEAST an inch already, I think Alaska followed me....it makes me wonder though, just how much thinking I haven't done lately. sigh, if I only had the time for a nice cup of Cocoa, and a fire...perhaps I do once I get to kat's
Its so white out now, I can see more than 50 feet, and the holly bush outside is making me wish for Christmas. I wonder as I sit here, if time has no linear value, and in fact it is Christmas time once again. the song color blind streams from my headphones, as I stare at poetry that reminds me of painful times, and joys beyond dreams. I remember snowboarding with my friends, racing past with abandonment, and a reckless love for fun. I remember walking through the snow to get to class, and wandering the streets alone at night in the snow when no one knew I was gone. I have forgotten more beautiful memories than I care to cry about. Memories with white trees, and benches scraped clean by little hands. A single tear falls into the snow, melting a hole for the second before another snowflake falls to cover my pain. There is pain and joy in ever snowflake that falls for me. And I will remember them forever, each forgotten memory, is still as vivid as the day it was conceived. And now I go, to find my place among the snow flakes. You can find me making snow angels, and throwing snowballs at my imaginary friends.
Its so white out now, I can see more than 50 feet, and the holly bush outside is making me wish for Christmas. I wonder as I sit here, if time has no linear value, and in fact it is Christmas time once again. the song color blind streams from my headphones, as I stare at poetry that reminds me of painful times, and joys beyond dreams. I remember snowboarding with my friends, racing past with abandonment, and a reckless love for fun. I remember walking through the snow to get to class, and wandering the streets alone at night in the snow when no one knew I was gone. I have forgotten more beautiful memories than I care to cry about. Memories with white trees, and benches scraped clean by little hands. A single tear falls into the snow, melting a hole for the second before another snowflake falls to cover my pain. There is pain and joy in ever snowflake that falls for me. And I will remember them forever, each forgotten memory, is still as vivid as the day it was conceived. And now I go, to find my place among the snow flakes. You can find me making snow angels, and throwing snowballs at my imaginary friends.