For some reason, I find it easier to write in the winter time. I have no idea why that is, but for a while I was trying to write something every day. Creativity usually came to me on the bus or the train. I just found this little piece that I thought was somewhat decent. Have no clue what to do with it, or if I should just leave it as it is. Meh.
Snow falls endlessly, suffocating the city into a dull, dizzy crawl.
It catches on tires, heels, and eyelashes.
Blinding, choking, blowing clouds right through us.
Snow falls endlessly, suffocating the city into a dull, dizzy crawl.
It catches on tires, heels, and eyelashes.
Blinding, choking, blowing clouds right through us.
