Snowflakes

-- snowflakes dancing, falling from grey skies, up, down, right, left, like they don’t know where they’re supposed to go, but the gravity tugs at them, beckoning them closer, enticing with its solid, hard, substantial constancy, and they seem to flutter, persuaded by the wind, but its whisper has no strength, no pull or push, so they shiver, unsure, and unable to choose, but its ethereal existence is so fragile and fleeting that it doesn’t really matter --

i feel sorry for the wind
cause it can't do anything, no matter how convincing

O.o
wow. the fact that that was one whole sentance, with all that stuff going on in it, made me FEEL like a poor snowflake, just being battered around and what not
its good, though. you can batter me any day ;D

That's good. SUCCESS.

... LOL. That sounded really dirty.

*goes to retrieve mind from gutter*