Winter

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
"Your must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around"
He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see the myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear

Again...I've entered a sort of dark melancholic mood, spurred on by another nasty headache, a rough night at work, and missing my girlfriend yesterday. We had arranged to meet and it just fell through, one of those things that really just happen. Not the end of the world and yet I feel...sad.

The weather here has turned frosty and cold. We've had a smattering of cold and the nights are still and silent. All throug the summer when I roamed the hospital grounds a slew of rabbits would greet me, scurrying to and 'fro between buildings as I walked the paths. Now, there's nothing but the cold still of frost and crunchy grass. And the sight of my breath. It's not often I get to take these two am strolls. Usually I'm hopping busy running my own unit, but from time to time I need something, some linens, some paperwork, a med we don't have...and those times I get to get off the unit. (Our hospital is a collection of seperate buildings. Very pretty but HELL when you have to RUN from one to the other during codes.)

I've had a horrible headache for the past several days. I haven't gotten much writing done, which kinda sucks. I haven't opened photoshop since the month started. I have all these things I WANT to do and not enough time to do them.

And I'm not sleeping well again. Which isn't new.

I know this was sort of a whiney, pensive post. And for those who suffered through it...Well...you're good friends!