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I designed my house, with the free stuff of course. It is now Christmas Eve. I am hungry because lately I haven't been eating as much as I used to, which is probably not very healthy. I decided to get more involved here in Gaia. I'm planning on starting my own business; really though, I'm just gonna see where the wind takes me.

The literature test was awesome. I'll be shocked into a coma if I don't get and A on it. Afterwards, I went with my mom to Kohl's. My nose has been running all day; it was disgusting. But, what can you really do about once it starts....not a god damn thing that's what. I came home, folded up some clothes and took a long nap. I tried staying up, but my body wanted to catch up on all the sleep it was deprived of during the week. So, I arrive at the now (the now after reading some fanfiction updates).

I want to write a poem...and I'm going to make it up as I go along.

The Lost Snowflake

White is just a color, so some say
But, to me it is something bright
White is just too plain a thing, so some say
But, I love to see it in the night

Like a star, like the wind, like me, like you
It will live forever even in Armageddon's wake
Such a beauty, such a wonder, such a sight
Yes, yes, so very bright

Can it be described? No.
But, I have done so anyways
Why white? I don't know
I guess it deserves some praise
Does it really matter, a color I mean?
Does it really matter, if other people can't see--the beauty that I see?

Nothing really matters, that much is true
But the white is like a light in the dark
I can see it that way; why can't you?

I know why...I blame the others
They distract you, they blind you from something so simple with their complexity
They use you for their own entertainment; they are corrupters

"But they are so pretty!", that's what you all say
Too blinded by lust to see what is before you, begging for acceptance
Too unappreciative, too depressed, too much of everything but awe for the one thing
that is beautiful

The snow in the north, always unmoving--its freckled appearance all for naught
White is just a color, so some say
But can you think of it in a different way?
And not let it be lost in shadow
For the rest of its hallowed days...

~Crystal

Think about it for yourself....you are Man Thinking...not a mere thinker...