Cold..,so cold.. Snow falls in mid february You'd think like any other winter day but no.. It falls sharp it falls fast it hurts me a sting as if my skin is being cut into and making me simultaneously hot and cold making sure i don't know which or how to feel about it that's when i realize snow is not sweet and fluffy like the memories of your childhood pet laying against you under the summer sun or in a cozy home with the fire burning as she's tucked under her fleece blankets snow is nothing but ice sharp thick and dangerous like the chef knifes of infomercials that you'd watch because it's the adult thing to do That you'd buy because it was the adult thing to have days as these are when we realize reality is not your childhood memory Reality is the grinch whos heart was 2 sizes to small because the heart shrinks as the mind and body grow It is cooties turning into kisses Kisses into *** *** into broken hearts and tattered bodies Reality is school going from learning colors and 123s to trigonometry and stressing to the point of suicide Yet they yell words of compromise thinking you're no big deal Whether your words are littoral or figuratively speaking Yet don't they kinda go hand in hand Reality It is from your worse problems being if you had a nightmare at five to living a nightmare not that of monsters under your bed but of the monsters in and out of your head That make every step harder like they wanna build you up with lead And making every hour longer adding sand mans sand to your eyes instead of your hourglass Wishing you could just wipe the weary out of your vision because you aren't getting any more time Everyday working schooling caring to death Reality is like snow. It's a memory from your childhood thinking it'll be light and fluffy When it's really ice piercing your skin making you realizes that childhood memories stay that way for a reason