They call me SNOW.
Snow from Texas. I am Texas Snow. I don’t belong here…but at this point belonging is merely a state of mind. I pretend I don’t see you or know you either. Snow can’t survive in Texas???
Or can I?
Do you wonder if we are both invisible? I feel it. So much time alone.
This is not a rags to riches story either…..more like a dirty rags to subsisting story or treading water in the puddle of life.
Luckily, I am unafraid of risks or social offenses to appease you. I do not fear death. I don’t care if you like me either….thats irrelevant as time itself.
So don’t mind me speaking my mind on pages never read. Maybe I will melt away forever and let my words be the residue to the things that we will never speak.