PLEASE FORGIVE THE BAD GRAMMAR/SPELLING IM DRUNK.
Its snowing.
Its falls with a fury that matches my own.
Velocity and anger that never excedes that of nature.
In years and months, it has never been matched.
As I inhale, outside, I watch it fall in anger
I feel less alone
And more at home.
A comforting sight,
Something so usual and normal.
I may not be home,
But it feels that way.
Another inhale, more nicotine,
Another swallow, more alcohol.
But the snow still falls with anger.
The snow still dances to our feet.
Be prepared. Be warned.
Its almost here.
Its snowing.
Its falls with a fury that matches my own.
Velocity and anger that never excedes that of nature.
In years and months, it has never been matched.
As I inhale, outside, I watch it fall in anger
I feel less alone
And more at home.
A comforting sight,
Something so usual and normal.
I may not be home,
But it feels that way.
Another inhale, more nicotine,
Another swallow, more alcohol.
But the snow still falls with anger.
The snow still dances to our feet.
Be prepared. Be warned.
Its almost here.
littlejohn22:
well, said.... I love the fury of a great snow fall
sofarsogood:
i had a mini scene going on in my brain while reading this. 