A poem from my journal:

I look down to see
The tallest moon
Like a pillar of light
Stretching to touch my feet

It glimmers, it gleams
And twinkles laughingly
At its reflection high above
In the navy sky.

Why me?

Its supposed to snow but all I can feel is a volcanic rage. Yeah, I'm mad to put it mildly!!! People have sneaky ways of getting revenge. The worst is when they have a smile on their faces and a song on their lips and do it so innocently that you think you're the one who is delusional. Gaaaah!!!