Delicate snowflakes,
blended in with the
morning air.
The cold winter breeze,
blowing through my long hair.
Sitting in the center of the snow,
of this icy wonderland.
I begin to form a snowball
in my frozen, pink hands.

Perfectly round
is this little ball of ice.
I lift up more snow,
and repeat the pattern twice.
I put the third ball to my lips,
trying to suck the water out.
I feel my eyes begin to water
as the ice cold liquid fills my mouth.

I lift the first ball,
and hurl it out of sight.
The sun is setting behind me,
and I am running out of light.
I slowly get to my feet,
and am numb from the waist down.
I start the walk home,
carrying the small sense of peace I have found.

The rush of warm air welcomes me
as I walk through the front door.
I lay back on the soft couch,
my feet and legs feeling sore.
I've got no where to go,
so at home is where I'll stay.
As I slowly fall asleep, I think
"What a perfect winter day."

Copyright ©2006 Spazola.

Wow, today is a good day for writing. :D :D :D :D

I slowly get to my feet,
and am numb from the waist down

How is this possible? I mean if you cannot feel your legs then how do you "get to your feet?"

And I'm not even going to begin to address the other implications of being numb "from the waist down" because I'm sure you're too young and innocent to appreciate them!

Particularly,
Samson

How is this possible? I mean if you cannot feel your legs then how do you "get to your feet?"
You've never played in the snow for a long time, and then your legs be so frozen you can barely feel them?

You can still walk even if your legs are super-cold. :p

And I'm not even going to begin to address the other implications of being numb "from the waist down" because I'm sure you're too young and innocent to appreciate them!

Damn you and your pervertedness! :mad:


You ruined it now. :(




























:p :D

spazola carry on the good works :nice: