RelationshipsLove is a treeIt may grow to a tree thatWill be around for years and yearsOr it can be chopped downWhile it's still a twigFriendship is a flower vaseFull of water and various other flowersEventually they all wilt, and die.Death is that old man in the park.It greets you warmly with a handshakeIt listens to you like an old friend.
Veils ChristmasThe days of winter were long and tedious. I was always told as a child that my white skin would help me because of winter. But it was a crock of shit since I had to wear two coats and snow boots everywhere.I remember he use to always get mad at me, he'd throw his scarf over my head and tell me not to be stupid. He was so caring, and so kind, I felt awful when I had to leave him. It was for the best
for him.But today, I walked home from my work, tired as always. At first I assumed sleeping with women would be an easy job, but sadly it wasn't. I didn't have a bike, and I didn't like buses anymore so I had to walk home. Tonight was Christmas, I usually tried to avoid this Holiday but I never could since its everywhere.As a child my Christmases were spent with mom and dad, then after mom died I would sit in my room making Christmas card while dad drank his life away. Then when I got older I met him, he made it all better. We celebrated Christmas together as lovers, but we acted as