Merry christmas

So many friends wished it bsck.

Feels nice

i might have imagined someone said it

but if someone said "i talk a lot"

i would be a bit angry . i might talk a lot online but i hardly use my voice, and would like the chance to talk more to people.

sorry ; - ; a little angry with myself too. i cant say everything i want still.

It was brimming with light, reflections painfully metallic, hurting the eyes of a sleepy Snowman. Sleeping posture matters not for these forms. Readjusting of the limbs and face and scarf is required on the daily. With a straw hat to top him, he stares at the sea. Many things pass by, yet he thinks of being swathed in sweet lapping waves and quivering felted sky. When he came back to his senses, the loneliness was tangible. Places, identities, they drew a blank. He pondered under the singular sun for a trilogy of mornings.

Here is where cats have wings, and bunnies swim in the sea, but that’s another story. Our Snowman was lost on an island, the size of one snowman. Days go by as the sun beats down.

On the fourth sunrise a boat came to him. An old man and a princess take them aboard. The elder was a thin snowman powerful and witty. While the princess supported the Snowman and Elder out of sight, saying she can do her duty fine like that. Princess often drew the Snowman, as it was her major past time, and playing records. Snowman loved the sea. Why doesnt everyone swim in it’s endless beauty, he thought. Snowman grew tired of it, the ocean was always there, but maybe not the Princess and Elder. This brought a whim to Snowman, so they drew together, him and Princess. Everyday was fun. Creatures in the air, mountains nobody has climbed, clumsy characters full of spunk. He didnt want it to end. He wanted to think of the sea and Princess, but couldn’t say what he really meant. The lie kept living. It torqued down tighter, and never asked for help, a bolt deep in the snowman, rusting, infecting.

Old man, slightly younger friend, they asked what was wrong. He was hurt he made them worry so he didn’t want to hurt them anymore. “Whats wrong with my expression? I make it in the morning and take it off at night. I do this. There is nothing other than me. I dont buy prepackaged rocks and carrots like others. I dont dye my snow like others. I do my best not to be annoying. So I guess I become worrying” Snowman concluded.

Princess, Elder, they were confused they didn’t get the whole truth from Snowman. And became angry. They didnt like to be angry, and Snowman didn’t know how to act with courtesy. So he gave his goodbye and paddled in one of the boats.

Those really were great people. I feel so lucky. She even gave me this art, a piece of gold deep in my ice.

Years go by, the waves talk to the snowman. All he did was wave to those who passed him. And some people saw him. Some people listened again. Some people had time for him. Yet he thought of the sea, in his guilty way.

Perhaps its time to give it up, I know I have a dirty lump of metal like a bolt in me. Its unknown if the sea will fix that. But Princess thought it was nice. I don’t care if I melt away. I want my people happy. So I have to be joyous with them. Maybe I’m not ready for the perfect blue.

He turned his gaze and saw a lot of people. Their eyes of so many colors. Heavy with worry only for Snowman.

“I might be rusty, and I might be cold, but I had an amazing friend and got a golden present. Could you please help me try to be gold?” he finally said.