Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies...I've haven't had much to say lately in my journal entries, though school will be starting again tomorrow. gonk Gah, I don't want to go back to school! stressed
Irritated,
Mono
...the fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
