sometimes I’m envious of the evening in all it’s stark beauty of tangerine and lavender strung with ribbons of gold and bright orange. I wish that I could obtain that level of loveliness. I’d be every shade of gorgeous then — models would turn their heads as I walked and even Aphrodite would be rendered speechless as I walked past. the burnt sienna earth would be praised merely because I walked across it. but I am not even pretty enough to be a star despite all my blazing passion. I try and try and I try again, sometimes life is a hard race to endure. I like the taste of snowflakes on my tongue, it makes me feel closer to the earth, closer to Adam whom God made from the dust.