February baby
Amythest baby
For our stone
Means intelligent
And wisdom
But they also calm
And help others sleep
It’s strange to be an amythest
Baby

The thing I
Love about shovelling
Snow is seeing
It spark and fall in
The sun light
As it glimmers
I love to see the snow fall
Heavily and gracefully in the
Evening
Snow is annoying
But it’s beautiful

When the sun shines
On this rare stone
Three rays crossing
Each other
Come out on the stone
As we see the three
Rays
It’s a  sign of hope
Peace and faith
I don’t know what a black star
Sapphire is that
Of happiness for it
Wards off the Grimm moods

During the bone moon
The people start to turn on each other
Killing each other
To feed off their bones
During the dead of winter the
Survivors of the bone moon
Will fall prey
To the wendigo
As the soon waste away
Winter is a dangerous time of year

As I walk down a rainy street
I see what looked like origami boats
Floating


Float float float
Until the boats
Reach the singularity
That is the storm drain


We all float, we all
Float down
And down we go!

Depression is a struggle
A struggle that is not just
Emotional and mental
But also physical
As that you find  that
You will will not be able to
Make a definitive
Decision
This indecision
Is more intense
The gaping sadness
That it depression
This struggle is real
The struggle is permanently
Scarring
not just to you
But your friends

The sky
Either friendly
Or hostile
As the weather changes
Like our personality
We change for the better
And sometimes the worse
But in nature she
Shape shifter for sure
Ever so changing