(noticed through They Blinked via Self-Desconstructing Text)

it's funny how so much of our pain stems from our desire to control things
to own them...

i woke up from a quick nap to find all the snow sliding into the gutters as rain, and inexplicably wanted to cry.

change is a scary thing, because often it means loss.

you can't communicate with snow, renegotiate your relation to it, discuss its presence or absence

i've found most relationships to ultimately be of this nature, as well.