certain songs will always remind me of christmas and not the happy part nothing minty nothing wrapped in red they remind me of the end of it all when it starts getting colder when 6 o'clock mornings begin to catch up with frozen eyes and wide open mouths and when taking down trees and lights mean removing summers final trace i don't remember...
When I was in 2nd grade, my teacher taught us something about crayons that I’ll never forget She told us we're all different colored crayons living in the same box for the same reasons. To make art. To make beauty.Even if it gets outside the lines. How we're all different, But that's what makes us the same. Like how yellow is the girl he never loved locked in laundromats, using...
