My eyes fogged over when winter called.
It was a late Sunday night when she threw herself into our lives once again.
I woke up the next morning with bricks falling down my back,
and a temperature indecipherable on a thermometer.
She kicked at me, and bruised my ears and scratched my nose.
I shrugged her off told her goodbye.
But winter does what winter wants, and winter wants to stay.
So, I said okay, but don’t impose,
you beautiful season.
(hating and loving and loving some more)
dysfunctional review of Boyhood
LISTEN TO THIS volume two
America has been in constant battle with gun laws since the second amendment was ratified...
dysfunctional review of Lady Bird
first installment of listen to this