Fuck You Jack Frost
2003-12-10 @ 6:04 p.m.
Driving today - I saw 2 boys playing in the snow. One tackled the other and was punching him, with that looked like a violents, stabbing motion.
I could almost imagine the stabs being real, and i envisioned steam rising from the wounds, all this persons warmth, and innocence disapating in seconds.
Becuase really that is how long it takes to become cold. And you stand up and you are no longer a child. The world is no longer your play gorund
instead the snow is so cold, and no amount of pretending can bring back those days - that you loved that particular coldness
and this situation was such a metaphor for my life. always 2 guys - fighting - and i am left feeling cold and jaded.