The suns rays awoke me, I was surprisingly willing to start the day though it was still early.
I walked to the door, half clothed and bracing myself for the cold air that I assumed was about to embrace my naked torso.
But instead it was a semi-warm breeze which wrapped my body.
Though it is February the wind glaze the snow banks and began to melt them.
I then saw the storm cloud out of my peripheral vision.
So I enjoyed the rain scented breeze that blew through my hair, and the thunderous silence it brought with it.
A morning like this gives me hope that there will be more of them in the future. 

Question...can anyone really change? People make me believe otherwise. I mean even if you do change, will it matter if no one believes you? Some think there is an easy and simple solution to that question. If the people you surround yourself with think you can't change, then just change the people your around. As if someones thoughts about that individual won't effect him or her. The power of a thought is so underated. A thought though secluded and private at first, can fester...linger...and eventually become important enough to think about a second time. The more you hold on to a thought, the more your effected by it. Sometimes enough to want to effect someone else with it. Thoughts then turn into words because supposedly they speak louder. And actions almost all of the time turn into memory. Like the memory of the way someone used to be for instince. So I ask again...can anyone really change?

Sad and empty.
Something very familiar indeed.
I don't no who I am anymore, nor do I have any clue what I want to become.
Maybe the chance of failing is scaring me away from doing what I have to.
I need to figure out what I want, instead of trying to mimick others....

I need to think....