Beautiful cliched snow on Christmas day... stuffing yourself full of turkey, potatoes, gravy, and cheese... seeing people return but knowing these are truly the last days... dragons of gold, aubergine & azure emblazoned on a night black stocking... feeling not closer, but father away... a massive quilt of games, twister and chess, made during countless hours in your mother's tired hands.. the smell of rubber burning on ice, pushing a car out of stuck and into some lost patch of the night... jungles found in the most surprising places... a mirage of champagne disappears in the blink of an eye... endless bus rides made bearable through a healthy dose of iPod and imagination... a quiet apartment needed in which I can meditate and forget all my worldly ills.
I'm still missing that last one.
I'm still missing that last one.
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eli:
I am unsure. hehee a bit sick with a blasted cold again, i guess ive been going out too much, ill stay in and chill onmy days off.
uncommoncold:
I don't know how.