| Thoughts of an insomniac in a snowstorm The world is a snow globe and I don't just want to be another flake who floats among The millions of others. Anonymous. Take comfort in that no two are alike and they each have their own path of flight to the ground. Ah, the ground. Inevitability. Life is all about that ride down until you melt away and become one with the earth. Decompose back into the elements. The trip is all we have. Live in your subconscious. Grow wings and take flight on the wind of life my fellow snowflakes. |