its like drowning, stuck somewhere without a clue which way to go until
you find yourself deeper in then you ever mean't to go.
It's trying to breath without a source of oxygen.
Like opening your eyes and finding it's darker then when your eyes were closed.
There's always a battle ahead that seems like there's no way to concur it
until its over and you realize how feeble it all is compared to how it could have been.
Winter is unforgiving. Its the end of a a year and the beginning to a new chapter.
What was ones beautiful colors falling from the trees with a slight nip in the air is now
a cold day covering all the beauty with a blanket of white holding it captive until
it is once again warm and we forget all about its present.
my point being, we always have someone holding us back, something to look forward to
and the promise of another year and new memory's. never stop to ask what could of been
just no that there still could be.
- Mood: Content