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Even though Sampsa lives all the way in Finland and our relationship has been based off of emails, letters and phone calls, I really miss him now that he is busy with the girl. I miss Nicky too, because I'm not sure why, but she's really busy lately too and I haven't heard from her much.
My hair is growing, it's getting pretty long now. I noticed because I can almost pull my bangs behind my ears. My hair is also dark, which is something I really prefer at the moment, yet a lot of people would rather see me as the little blond girl. But I like my hair dark in the winter, something needs to be dark and to be true. Everything around is all white and it looks so pure and clean and soft and gentle from a glance. But once you touch anything it's hard and cold and it hurts your skin. it turns you red and makes everything raw and throb.
They say every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
By forgetting. We cannot keep in mind too many things.
There is only the present and nothing to remember.
My hair is growing, it's getting pretty long now. I noticed because I can almost pull my bangs behind my ears. My hair is also dark, which is something I really prefer at the moment, yet a lot of people would rather see me as the little blond girl. But I like my hair dark in the winter, something needs to be dark and to be true. Everything around is all white and it looks so pure and clean and soft and gentle from a glance. But once you touch anything it's hard and cold and it hurts your skin. it turns you red and makes everything raw and throb.
They say every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
By forgetting. We cannot keep in mind too many things.
There is only the present and nothing to remember.