I thought Jack Frost had a little sister.
Some people might think its ok. But the smarts ones know. If its hot year round around the planet... well. Religion gets popular. A dummy would say.
"Yay, its warm today, in February"...
Her hair is like the smoke I breath out when temperatures are low. Her stare, frozen. Her skin, blistering. Lips, the color of that bleeding feel on u'r skin
on the coldest days. Jack frost, had a little sister. I love her so. I miss her so.
Birth is motivating, joyous. Its celebrating something new. But if warm is not new anymore, what's to celebrate? Go to the snow they tell me. But the snow
should be here I say. As it has been for so-so long. Appreciate what is here now they say. I guess there is something to that, but not in the way you think.
Yes, it is wrong that the snow is not here right now.