The snow is completely undisturbed as it falls on the pavement outside my window and I have this urge to run out wreck the calm.
And after I’ve made my tracks in the snow, I’d look up at the stars and say hey, do you miss me?
Filed under honeybees, memory
Funny how the need to destroy slowly creeps up on us.
If I see anymore fresh snow in the next while, I am taking to my bed with a bottle of whiskey.
Hahaha! :) Whiskey’s good, but I heart Rye.
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.