startinganewjourney

staticv0id

while the only vice of water is what is intrinsic, what is fundamental to its nature; gravity. my vices surpass my existence, in their subsidiaries outside of me. but the worse of all is the fact that i always mistake escape for departure, running away for leaving. i mistake them bcs otherwise i would have been the one left behind. i mistake them bcs otherwise i would have to face the cruelty of death. death that takes all but the life out of the dying. i mistake them because i am afraid of being alive. 

staticv0id

i feel like a cats gut being made into violin strings. it hurts. life hasn't been kind lately (or ever). i only wish i could come to you and lay all the hurt bare for then the pain might carry some meaning after all ):

staticv0id

(i was talking to a friend about you and it lead me here)
          
          dear snow, i linger in between the time when u send a text and later delete it. in deleting, you appear twice. may you always appear in my life. 
          
          you know, i love how no matter whats going on in the world the circumference of the circle will always be pi times the diameter. no matter where i am, and how unkind the world has been to me, your sudden appearance will always be equivalent to a warm hug from universe. 
          
          [yours]
          
          

staticv0id

[sits here]
          
          too much time has passed and although it has passed in permanence of absence, some absences carry an element of liveness within as they keep causing constant dull ache in ones chest. such is your absence to me. 
          
          heres to hoping you have been living a splendid life all this time or at least striving to. may there be ease in every endeavor. may there always be light. 
          
          i miss u, my snow.