i listened
to
the
(s) now
fall
in
(g)iant
sheets of
fro
zen
vap
(or)dinarily
with
little
sound.

bad
santa
jail

the memories'
roots
still
thrive
although
the blooms
withered and
died
long
ago.

we're all like tops.....
constantly spinning.

trying to find our
balance....

we may
spin alone..
we may
bump into one another
but we always
spin on our
own
volition...

afraid to
slow down
knowing
we
would
spin
no
longer.