Sunday, December 19, 2010

White Days Like This

Time twists things, sullying them, injecting doubts into something that was so pure, so perfect.

Snow waterlogs my brain making me dull, bland and slow to melt.

Tomorrow, the snow will remain, but gone will be this lingering demon, ready to drain the smiles from my weekend.

(I'm curing this sudden bout of meh with a little Sifl and Olly. Never fails.)

1 comment:

augusta_avenue said...

Oh shameful, shameful.

You never told me if you liked Foals or not? Your secrets are all out now kitten, foals and biffy clyro - has hell frozen over?