Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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School is Mike Tyson and I'm the moth-eaten punching bag. I just hope I have time to pick up all my stuffing when it is done having its fun.

I've actually been keeping my stress alert level associated with restful colors, rather than brain-meltdown colors.

I'm waiting for my microwave lasagne to finish... in the microwave. That was pretty random. Oop, it's done.

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