I am tired

My favorite type of writing

is when I'm in the zone

I'm typing

no hesitations

just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile

spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals

In my mind

"Thanksgiving" has warped definition

twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people

it used to be a holiday of celebration;

now it's harsh and revealed and true

it's cruel and violent

It's cold out

it's snowing

falling slowly

steadily

reassuringly

it brings a sense of calm

the world has begun the process of renewing;

once the snow melts

it will be spring

life will return