white cold

the cold is like gloves on my hands.

it's not usually very cold here. it might rain one night and a cold front comes in, but it's never cold for more than a week or so.

you see the word cold and your mind sees the color white. white like snow. it only snows here once every ten years. i wish it would snow. i want real winter. i want the cold to come and stay, i want the ground to be covered in snow. covered in white. but, i dont see white. all i can see is green.

its harder than i thought it would be.
seeing them over there
at the beginning of a new story.

i stare at the cold white worksheet and remember. "i used to wear her like a jacket." and she was the gloves. and they were warm.

"i feel like exploding"
"why?"
"because often times things are overwhelming.
im alright. no worries."
"...i wanna know."
"i feel like running
in a field."
"what?"
"the picture in my mind is amazing.
the green is so green.
the blue is so blue.
the white is so white.
the colors are so bright.
it's a pretty cool picture.
i just want to run through it.
run until i fall..."
...fall on the ground with her.
running through fields with her.
running til we fall and rolling around
in the such green grass,
under the such blue sky,
with the such white clouds,
feeling such bright emotions.
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laughter. joy. innocence. love.