In the sky,not cocaine.
Those days are long over.
No, just a flurry coming down.
Not really sticking,no accumulation..
This area loses its mind, from the first little flake.
I love it.
Always have.
There’s something so calming about the snow..
I think it’s the speed in which it falls, drifting, relaxed,each little flake is a unique goddamn parachute, and it catches the wind 🌬️
It just drifts.
When people started calling soft liberals
“snowflakes ❄️”
Kinda bummed me out,but I get it…
You’re delicate,
You’re white,
You melt at the first sign of heat.. tension, conflict, struggle..
(we’re all snowflakes)
I think they have hearts,
And the less loud ones,, I’d assume they had compassion and good intention..
The loud ones can get fucked though ..
It’s like, nobody realizes..
You can let people be whatever they want, without being A giant pussy.
You know that, right ?
You can be cool with all peoples, if you could just let them be.
It’s like, beyond judgement.
Having a deep understanding, within yourself.
“I don’t like you motherfuckers telling me what to be”
And in turn…
I will not tell you what to be .
A magical switch,hit it and everyone becomes winners 🏆
You get a grasp of “time” and you realize that this is only a blink…
Who the fuck am I?
Better yet…
Who in the goddamn motherfuck are YOU?
To tell me..
How to be,
Dress, speak,shop, consume..
What I’m supposed to feel..
What I’m supposed to strive for…
You can get past all of it ..
By
Leaving
People
The
Fuck
Alone.
You’ll learn new appreciation for groups other than yours.
You’ll see how the rest live, what kind of art they make, how they cook, what they think happens after we die..
It’s fascinating.
It’s a fascinating endeavor.
If you can stomach that first step..
(they can’t)
I know…fun to daydream though..it is fun to dream…
(bastards)
Rat bastards….
dawn 