“in the slow, forlorn life of...”

snow covering the grass the cold shivers of whomever lives a gust of wind hits the trees shaking, breaking them down the day seems like it is night but it isn’t night seems like day time has no value here vision is shallowed by the many snowflakes dancing throughout the sky nothing has been anything in years this is the slow, forlorn life of… -cool kid, porifio, russell