number twenty
November 30, 2010 § 1 Comment
pretty patterns in the same old dream
its like that feeling when you were young
you would run as fast as you could through the wintry air until you swore it wasnt cold outside
the little biting frost that leaked in between your glove and jacket didnt even make you cold
you’d fall down on the icey grass and watch your breath float away from you
the smell of snow but none in sight
lights danced in the light breeze
but the cold hadnt beaten you yet and you laid there just watching your warm breath
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