anyways....
i wrote a poem (if its what you called a poem. i really dont know what kind of piece is this!) argh!
Quote:
as the snow falls like smoothly dancing,
as my eyes were locked by the delusion it gives,
i found myself trap in a hole of illusion,
not of darkness but of tranquility.
whats in that falling snow that makes me feel this way?
it abandons my restless soul,
and stoles all my miseries;
it deceives me in a place,
that would only be possible in a dream;
it doesn't make me laugh,
but it bears me mirthful happiness.
it takes away all my sorrows,
in exchange of my longing denial,
that my life won't be perfect,
if i close everything but grieve;
it cools everything in myself,
and calms my mind, body, and leaping heart.
because it is what i should need to have,
because it is the snow that deludes me...
to the eternity of freedom and happiness.
