The vague wetness of the snow felt refreshing upon his naked palms as he delved into the virgin white bank. Retracting a pure white clump of snow he meticulously crafts a beautiful white orb. Logically, once beauty has been created from beauty, it must now be destroyed. His arm slowly pulls back and swings forward gracefully through the eddies of whispy air. It arcs downard and eplodes beautifully as it impacts the ground. A smile spread accross his face, and he plunges his hands again into the snow.

Perhaps the problem with mankind is that sometimes we just don't realize that life is not snow and snowballs, but people and broken hearts, minds, or spirits.


Ok, so i've helped make up for that last debacle.

Maybe life is snow though, while the dirt polluting the niiavity, the children's boots destroying the beauty, and the snow plows erasing snowdays/(days of relaxation); are in actuality - the people and broken hearts, minds or spirits. -shrugs- Just me rambling as usual. Cheer up, lovely.;)

'Perhaps the problem with mankind is that sometimes we just don't realize that life is not snow and snowballs, but people and broken hearts, minds, or spirits.'

this is so, so true, and i'm fed up of being the snowball, discarded and forgotten. people just don't realise... but that makes us all the better for being the lucky ones that see these things. in heartbreak i find a deeper understanding and learn to find myself. it makes us stronger.

that brought a fucking tear to my eye bro. Besides the moving factor, that is just so true! People don't realise the damage of the words they say "in jest" or just in their own quest for acceptance and security until it is too late. I hope you feel a little better, but I have to say, some amazing work. Much love, Andy.