June 8, 2011

shovel this

dear not an accident diary,

cutting a corner is what usually causes accidents, i hate snow. yet part of me wants to move to alaska to make myself fall in love with the shit. to make myself stay there until it consumes my every thought. mesmerized by the sparkling radiance in the sunlight, i want to be, and unafraid of its ability to freeze the life from the living beneath. i'll go, but i will always hate snow.