Oh yeah, this is why I hate Christmas. All I can think about on Christmas is mortality. Every year. Who the fuck even knows why, but I do. It's just there.
Death. Life. Immortality. Achilles heel. Graves. Candles.
Technicolour day dreams of past and future lives.
Faces spin in my brain, each aging rapidly until they're nothing but dust.
Sick. Sicker. Dying. Dead.
The sky is always gray on Christmas. In my mind.
Beautiful trees loose their leaves.
Blooming flowers wilt away.
Everyone is dying from the beginning.
My entire Christmas, that's all it is. Every year.
Oh yeah, I hate Christmas for a shit load of other reasons too. (y)
But I won't go into that at the moment.
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