My life is like the weather and it changes with the tides in the bay...
The warm air is my breakfast when it gives me hope for the day...
And it seeps through the cracks and crevices in my house...
And when the frigid cold wintery weather comes...
It’s my sorrow and depression crashing towards the bridge at the end of the river...
Like when my life suddenly gets jolted by a major mistake...
And then...
Without realization...
The bridge and everything around comes halting to a stop; like a pause in history even though history should never take pauses...
When the snow comes down...
It fills up all the space left in my lungs...
And it feels like the snow will never go away...
The snow will stay unless a burning star comes and melts the snow away and reveals a beautiful heart...
So beautiful that you can never imagine it...
So beautiful...
That you might lose a few windy days out of the hundreds of beautiful ones that are still to come...
What is your life like?
- Jessie
The warm air is my breakfast when it gives me hope for the day...
And it seeps through the cracks and crevices in my house...
And when the frigid cold wintery weather comes...
It’s my sorrow and depression crashing towards the bridge at the end of the river...
Like when my life suddenly gets jolted by a major mistake...
And then...
Without realization...
The bridge and everything around comes halting to a stop; like a pause in history even though history should never take pauses...
When the snow comes down...
It fills up all the space left in my lungs...
And it feels like the snow will never go away...
The snow will stay unless a burning star comes and melts the snow away and reveals a beautiful heart...
So beautiful that you can never imagine it...
So beautiful...
That you might lose a few windy days out of the hundreds of beautiful ones that are still to come...
What is your life like?
- Jessie
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