A dream I was having, one that matches the snow that I write upon, my words where I fall asleep and it falls and you can hear it falling outside your window silent and soft.
more different than a rain drop
You imagine it soft like a motherís kiss
Pulling in all the things, all those things you got.
Driving your car perhaps and seeing nothing but the headlights, as if your life was a movie that had to play itself upon the one and only screen of head lights
A text message from you sister
Bigger things to think about...
Spit your chew out.