//001//Snowfall//

[papercutangel]

Snow can be so beautiful at times, when it's clean. It leaves everything looking...quiet? Peaceful? But then all the cars go by, and it just becomes...depressing. A tragedy in dour gray. If only things could remain pristine.

Still, I wish the flowers wouldn't wither. I miss their company. No, how childish. I am used to being alone.Alas.

Comments

[scruffy_puppet]

What, and I'm not nice to look at? Ouch.

You called them company. Same difference.

[papercutangel]

The flowers are better, yes.

I just...talk to them. That doesn't mean I think of them as people or anything. I'm not a fool.

[scruffy_puppet]

I'm crushed.

You talk to them. That's fool enough for me.

[papercutangel]

I hardly expect them to talk back. It's simply...therapeutic. Like writing in a journal. Also, it improves their growth.

[scruffy_puppet]

Whatever you say. It sounds lonely.