It's january .It is unexpectedly snowing
and just like all my thoughts,the snow isn't sticking,
nothing is sticking-everything is disintegrating.
It's the first days of the new year,
the start of another chapter,
and just like all my plans,
this winter storm is uncertain,
nothing is constant and everything's indefinite.
It's snowing and i 'm unable to keep track of it all .
I'm just a lovely mess content with watching snowflakes
