this is meant to be what it needs to be....

The sky must be made for clouds and every day gloomy, it rains harder and harder until rock becomes mud. Sun's rays ne'er a chance, the soil is sick and so is my heart. The sounds and smells dull and muted, a soggy wet map to guide one through it. All is damp, all is cold, life has wilted, become old. Puddle after puddle, drip after drop, dust to dust. Nothing was meant to live under these conditions, no not one. Yet year in, year out, i remain, rejected, pondering, wondering, questioning, is this love? Was this how it was going to feel to hold it in? I think the sky must be made for clouds.

THAT WAS terrible.

Snow

To have grown up in Southern California is to not know weather. Today it snowed and it incited excitement i haven't had since i was 10. There is something about snow falling from the sky that makes me want to enjoy life. Its the kind of weather that i should have this time of year, not clear sunshine or sporatic rain. In this weather i can sit with my Ipod and read a book or sit by the fireplace. Homecooked meals taste better, the family gets along better, i get to wear a hoodie without being emo. For once i actually feel crazy wearing shorts in the winter. Maybe i forget about school or friends or relationships. I wish it would snow everyday.