flurries deb the snow here lingers for weeks even when it's warm and should be melting- tiny snowflakes flitter in the air dancing on the nonexistant wind that holds me here against my will- i want to fly from here i want to fly from here i want to fly from here i want to fly from here to the warmth of you 010115 ... chanaka beat their brains out against my window pane would that i could join them 010115 what's it to you? who go blather from