i was born in the arms of imaginary friends
the rain clouds are brillant; the snow flakes are golden. the windshield wipers are the steady beat of my heart. the chaotic windswept leaves, a straight and lighted path just for me.
the rain clouds are brillant; the snow flakes are golden. the windshield wipers are the steady beat of my heart. the chaotic windswept leaves, a straight and lighted path just for me.
the year's end is this life's rebirth.
i whistled "deck the halls" all the way home.
