Winter Piles of snow beneath my boots Chilly wind blowing everywhere Snow keeps mounting on the posts On the windows and on the road Shovels outside, Soup inside, Hot and rich, Chicken and corn Coming back from all the work This is what I look for The warm chestnuts The cracking fire, This is my winter warmth.

People haven't ways been there for me, but music has Xx Mishka

I Wonder I wonder if... there's this place I don't know about A place where I can be me Without society judgment A perfect world without Any flaws. It would get boring though Would it not. Xx Mishka

#life You look at someone and think, I wish I could be like them, but you have to remember that you are a someone for someone else.

Great minds discuss great ideas Average minds discuss events Small minds discuss people - Eleanor Roosevelt