it's coming.

this is what it looked like two weeks ago.

now, there's snow on the ground.

Christmas is coming.

some days i miss home.

Life is moving along, seemingly at breakneck speed. My shoes are getting worn out from trying to slow it down.

There are several thoughts in my head, but none that are willing to escape. I suppose they'll stay in there then, at least for a little while. Maybe that's where they belong.
Recent conversation has made me think, I'm not sure if it's in a good way, it's just thought. Thought that goes in ovals.

Some days I just miss home.


But hey, chin up, mister! Don't fret and just live.
Give it up, don't carry the burden yourself, give it up, give it up.