snow…

storm’s comin’…should be here by noon…makin’ everything all white…pure…

you think snow makes everything pure…just gets all gray and black over time…

yep…does…we get all gray and black over time…lookin’ for a cleansin’…somethin’ to get me back on track…maybe this storm’ll do it…come and cover all that ails me…

think so…

oh I don’t know…wishful thinkin’…my soul’s been black for so long…long for the days when I was a kid…played in the white stuff for hours…til my hands turned red…cold and wet…and inside I felt pure…innocent…

you were innocent…you were a kid…

wanna go back to bein’ a kid…back to when a snow storm meant somethin’…back to just playin’…just playin’…hours…

no more playin’…we all gotta grow up some day…

snow’s of no use to us now…is that what you’re sayin’…no need to go out in it and make snow angels…snow men…put snow down your best friend’s back…laugh…

I’m just sayin’ it’s better when it’s gone…melted…maybe all in one day…

‘spose so…I just want it to be pure again…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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