but it's still pretty

This April snow is dampening my mood
I don't appreciate the way it moves around the skies like it belongs

And now it's blanketing its wet self on the ground (which willingly accepts its fate)
It's Easter eve tomorrow, but the dogwood's blooming late
It can't accommodate
This April snow.

Impatience

Y'know what I want to be able to say?

"New York-based."

Doesn't it sound lovely?

It's a tantalizing thought, taunting me towards the trophy my thinkings are tightly twirling around. (sucky alliteration! woo!)

Also, holy crap Briana Cowlishaw. I'm infatuated. I want all of her music. And her song writing abilities. Maybe I could steal them.

feels like high school

Around 'bout the sun my mind wanders
Tendrilling thoughts
drilling 'mongst the forgotten light's fingers

Haven't you heard of the way that light peers around corners
It's really quite awful,
it fills quite a lot of
the space that it doesn't intend to

(I see you.)