You make me feel small-
er than I am. Like a
termite, something icky- I’m
not picky, but it’d be nice if you
could smile once or twice for me.

My reflection is
a memory of who I
used to be. I’m faded now,
a photograph to hide so he
won’t see, I don’t like this me
I’ve turned to.

I can’t trust myself with
mountaintops-
to be so high and not to fly…
It’s dangerous.

Awesome.

Seriously. If we don’t get snow soon I’m gonna tweak. It’s like I’m living in Bizarroworld. I’ve never had a winter without at least ONE 8/9 inch snowfall. :(

And if you see my reflection in the
snow covered hills-
well the landslide brought it down.

That water looks like fog, it’s really tripping me out.

Foreboding clouds are foreboding.

This is that path that the cowardly sidekick always refuses to take until the hero drags him down it.