well ha ha ha

i can count the months on one hand like a waltz.. one two three, one two three, which makes me think of bright eyes and the severed heartstrings in two days. last night i dreamt the snow was melting and i explained that it is eternally painful as we skipped along my backyard and tried sledding on the white patches to end up with bootholes in the ice. i suppose it's reality. and if we never talk i would like you to know that the procession was beautiful, more than you could have ever hoped for and i scattered your ashes with a straight face. ha..... this is completely ridiculous...