It's 33° outside and I wished snow upon my morning the night before,
It is now December 1st and I think I see a star that wasn't there before,
So many pasts rhyming in rhymth
The future it grasps can only mirror reflection.
I'd say more.. but today is just a beginning.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
It's 33° outside and I wished snow upon my morning the night before,
It is now December 1st and I think I see a star that wasn't there before,
So many pasts rhyming in rhymth
The future it grasps can only mirror reflection.
I'd say more.. but today is just a beginning.