i've decided
 

to start writing something every day,even if its not something i really feel like doing. i realize this isn't but best, but i'm shoving it out there anyway.

i've never seen someone climb a tree so fast. nestled deep in the rolling hills of our pennsylvanian paradox, your hair shined like tin foil in the sun. the watch you inherited never ticked past 3:00, stuck forever in a dream of summer. kind of like me, who quietly held an untoucable winter. and you, silently, endlessly, always enduring second place. I still get a little misty eyed watching the sun set over our snow capped dreams.