The skies have darkened and look as if they are on fire. The snow falls daintily from the sky and the wind blows it and whips it around as if cracking a whip. Yet it feels good to go walking through it. To see all of the town covered in the white wonder that can make a busy street seem so desolate and quiet. You don't get that alot in my town, cars are usually every where and once in a while if your lucky, the fire trucks and police cars would be deployed. This town always has something going on, but it's quieted down since last summer.
My street used to be the busiest street around, due to the druggies that lived across the street. But they finally moved out of town and left my street in peace. But still, there are those instances that the street will become the bustle and hustle of life and panic. Walking through the falling snow brought back memories and thoughts of the past. I remembered all the times I went walking before and smiled. I loved walking in the snow, when it seemed like my mother trusted me more. But I deal with the cards I have been dealt.
I finally make it home and lay around my room for a while. Sleep still evades me as if I am the worst of enemies. Though I do not know why. Is it because I'm worried or scared? I am not sure, but in time, maybe I'll get back into my normal schedule again. He's worried about me, no matter what I tell him. He had gotten back online later on and I reminded him to apologize to ora. After that we chatted for a while longer until he had to leave to head off to the movies. After he left, I got into a major arguement with ora and I'm tired of her being down on herself because a guy doesn't like her the way she likes him. If she wants a damn boyfriend, she should find a guy and ask the dumbass out.
What are they going to do when I move? Are they never going to talk to each other again? Are they going to stay the best of friends? The thoughts of the future can seem so bleak at times, but I'm trying hard to think of positive things. Till then, I will just live day by day and hope that things will turn out alright.
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Words of Silence
The words that are silent during the day, shall be spoken and heard through the night.
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all is lost to my ears
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