Words drift slowly falling like snowflakes in my mind. Covering my midscape with fluffy flakes of diction. Words of hate and love spasticly fluttering to the ground. Snow is beautiful, white, and pristine. Some words are too but, others are heavy, dark, and cruel. Those are like blizzards plummeting in mass amounts sending my mind into a snow globe of chaos. The thing I struggle with remembering is that snow globes settle. So maybe if I can just get through this week where constant paranoia is coming down like hail. Things will be better. Or at least I hope.