The dirt is picturesque and manfully made, the slimy lake rocks each have a heart coldly wrapped in their ornate winter blankets, it's almost beautiful and life is like a prayer, it's awe-inspiring to see people so happy, their effortless joy and wildly smiling faces, everyone running into open arms, family and friends, your child, it's like looking into a winter snow-globe that you can never be part of. I'm not happy, I only see it in waking daydreams and outside the foggy glass, a world made of breath, I'm grateful, I am a burden and I wish that I wasn't, thank you for this day.