Writing

Snow makes me feel sad. But also like I'm at peace. Almost like I'm dead. I can have so much fun in the snow with friends and all the activities there are, but it can be scary when you're alone. Snow makes me think; it makes me think hard.

When I was younger

I always wanted to

 smell like old roses.

The thorns on the flowers

 amazed me.

I loved how people 

He is waiting for his ride at the entrance of his office building. The automatic light near the lobby is broken, so the only light is far down the hallway. He leans against the brick wall.

Your ego brightens my day

like a tumor on an x-ray.

Please dim it for the greater good

since you have not even earned

it's value.

You bought it out of your father's wallet.

Does he know that?

Anticipatory joy – the feeling of knowing good is coming.

i know it isn’t for sure yet–but i can almost feel it

the way the snow whispers down my back 

She cares

It’s like she felt the pain

In my heart

And understood it

All at once

She listens as

The words fall out of my mouth