I am colder than you could ever imagine…
I am not the soft sunlight you thought I was.
Death’s kiss isn’t cold enough to describe me.
When I see… I shroud my mind with mist…
When I bite… I burn my tongue…
When I breathe… I rejoice…
When I embrace… I freeze into the stiff roots…
When I feel… nothing less of an empty void exists.
What am I to the heavens above?
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Cast my body;
Hold me between a time flux.
It’s for my own well being.
Love is as precious as sharp ice.
Loneliness bares the dastardly curse of the sun.
Everything shines clear underneath a sheet of ice.
Death cannot keep its grip on me if I’m frozen below the sheet casted around me.
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It is he who walks the earth of clouds, rain, and fire.
It is she who is of snow, ice, and frost.
It is he who controls the winds, floods, tornadoes, and wildfires.
It is she who casts blizzards, snow storms, and hell frozen rain.
It is he who creates the steam, the mist, the fog, and the smoke and ashes from above.
It is she who creates the flurries, the jagged ice shards, and shows the magic of the sun reflecting from pure white snow below.
It is he who loves her with the fiery passion from the sun within his veins.
It is she who loves him from the gentle frosty lights that sparkle within her heart.
It is they who join one hand and hand for this dance.
A dance of a lifetime.
A dance made from eternal infinite love.
The fire from within him does not cause her to fade and melt away.
The ice from within her does not douse the burning passion from within.
They compliment each other in every and any single way known to the universe.
It is they who have existed since the beginning of time.
It is they who continue to rule and revolve around us.
It is they that help keep balance, love, and light at a constant rate.
It is they whom take place in many tales made many moons ago.
They are within us all.
Unity.
One.
-Alex
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Do you ever think it’s possible that crummy weather can be a sign of good or bad juju? For some, it could mean bad traffic and accidents, flooding, dogs trailing mud into the house, or the worst of it all… wet shoes and socks. For others it could mean well watered gardens and crops, washing dirt off a car, saving a place from a drought, or an awesome ingredient to a beautiful spring and summer. Now, for these folks… I can’t tell if its good or bad juju. I think you’ll have to be the judge on that one!
Oh, how convenient! Thanks for giving my train a wash, it’s less work for me to do.
There’s nothing more relaxing than taking a nice, long sleep in the rain.
Catching the waves is overrated, belly flop snow surfing is where its at!
Merry Christmas? I never knew someone could find so much joy making snow angels out of foam peanuts. I know, let’s give him bubble wrap for his birthday!
Oh dear god that’s a huge puddle!!!
Enjoy the weather! Keep your head high whether the weather is rain or shine! Please stay safe everyone.
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