dont_bother_meow aM i DiStUrBeD? You didn't realise what you were doing. You took them anyway, and littered the path with the remnants. The outer skin that is worthless to you. Isn't it all worthless though? You don't care, at all. It's not about what's on the inside and the path tells me that the outside doesn't bother you either. These snowflakes that look more like blossom from another season, not from a tired old whisper of a winter; one that draws us back to it with its horse howling voice. These snowflakes spur you on. They don't slow you down. Are you human? I pick at the hole in that paper. But it's not a hole, not even a tear. Just the outer layer. The outer layer that you don't care about, whilst last years thoughts whistle around in the trees, carried on the wings of your yesterday birds. I wish I could tell you of tomorrow. 050221 ... . ! 050221 what's it to you? who go blather from