Writing

If I was an octopus and was able to change what I look like at will, I think that it would be very strange. Even though it would feel strange, it would feel normal at the same time. 

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

I never wanted him to let me go… I just wanted the old him. But I guess letting me go was the best option for him. Still, it hurts to think that those times are now just memories.

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.