Snowballs.

I walk outside and find icicles forming, hanging on by the breeze of 30 degree weather, while the barren trees bow like princes in the middle east. There are many instantaneous thoughts that occur within the span of 20 minute walk, up and down these exhausted trails trying to find some relief from these fears of mine. My beliefs build like sand dunes during hurricane season and I can't seem to let the rushing waters in. I could built a fort in the middle of the mountain and throw leaves in a fire and watch them crackle like confetti but they would just blow away. You throw your jokes around like I throw myself down, cause making me feel stupid gives you control, but these trails I have never walked before. You care enough about me to want to walk ahead of me but your direction is stained from your lack of highs and the your resistance of no's, so don't think for a second I would follow you into the dark. Your truthful signs light your path to understanding but darling you hold me back from ever being able to change the light bulbs. I can't stop dropping myself on and off from you, just stop taking back what you say, cause I will run, straight into the snowy mountains where everything will snowball right back to you.

-M