amongst vending machines and old magazines, in a place where we only say good bye, as the tv entertained itself...

it snowed today. big flakes. white. pure. frequent. unaltered. untouched.

there is something bigger you know? than measily quarrels. and frivolous crushes. and passing whims.

and why do we associate white with pure? isnt white a mix of every color in nature? and if this white is a mix of every color, does that make us as a whole pure? not at all. but it is amazing to think each snowflake, no matter how small. contains every color imaginable.

but still, when we think white, we think pure. and not much can be done to change that. what people think of something. what people think of us.

at first i am the awkward girl. then i am the blunt girl. then i am the funny girl. then i am the emotionless girl. then i am the boring girl. and no one gets past that. well, you did. but we like to pretend that didnt happen. when we talk about the girl you love. but you knew i wasn't awkward. or blunt. or funny. or emotionless. or boring.

but that is what they think. and i am fine with that. that's the girl i pretend to be. i dont know why. cause these traits i aquire aren't exactly desirable. but it is who i chose to be to you.