I don't know what it's like
to live where
the climate doesn't change
where there aren't
empty
spaces
of
cold
to fill the void
of warmth
Where I know tomorrow
won't feel anything like yesterday
Where time doesn't stop
Not even for a moment
Where one nice day
Could feel everlasting
but like this thought, ends.
Where every life has a beginning
and ending.
Where nothing is really permanent.
And things can be replaced
easy
as
the weather
in this
confused
town
Mother Nature might be the devil
but she does a satisfactory job of preparing you
for the day that things change.
For the time when time stops.
She does a great job of showing you things
you weren't prepared for.
Think of all the times you've been caught in the rain
without an umbrella
and ran away
instead of
staying to fight
it might not have killed you
but just know
If the weather doesn't **** you
something else will.
All a part of harmony.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
I don't know what it's like
to live where
the climate doesn't change
where there aren't
empty
spaces
of
cold
to fill the void
of warmth
Where I know tomorrow
won't feel anything like yesterday
Where time doesn't stop
Not even for a moment
Where one nice day
Could feel everlasting
but like this thought, ends.
Where every life has a beginning
and ending.
Where nothing is really permanent.
And things can be replaced
easy
as
the weather
in this
confused
town
Mother Nature might be the devil
but she does a satisfactory job of preparing you
for the day that things change.
For the time when time stops.
She does a great job of showing you things
you weren't prepared for.
Think of all the times you've been caught in the rain
without an umbrella
and ran away
instead of
staying to fight
it might not have killed you
but just know
If the weather doesn't **** you
something else will.
All a part of harmony.
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