Popcorn

And so there were three.

Three thoughts concerning snowflakes. 

Dear Hope,

"When we think of crossing the river to each other, you from the gorge of the landslide, to me at the crest of the typhoon, it is then we will find ourselves in a dead imaginary." -- Cindy Juyoung Ok

Walking and walking,

Don't bother talking,

It'll waste energy,

And I have none to waste

My knees are buckling, 

My brain is tiring,

Staring at the students who walk ahead of me.