One day I'll write something happy... I promise.....

A Moody Little Snippet of my moody little life.

The Twenty- Something Pessimist 

Like rain running down the frosted window

It gets harder, scarier, colder with less places to go

Because the further I go the more dangerous it gets

And I can feel myself freezing slowly from regret.

Like the wind - blows the leaves off of the tree

It is as though pieces are being pulled away from me

That drift off into the distance until they hit the hard concrete floor

And trampled by a million feet, until they exist no more.

Chelsie Glover