Snow had fallen once again, light glistening flakes sunk through thin air to sit loosely on an even surface, the boy sat bemused and In ore of what fell before him, it wasn’t often that weather conditions permitted such a glorious sight. Now settled there became an emmence urge to touch and feel the snow spread beneath his un-orthodox rectangular foot. It was tread smooth and now lay in a beckoning form, Elizebeth called from a near distance, she asked the boy to lend her a hand she wanted to be rolled now that the snow glazed the woodland, the boy set about as to what she wished and once set into motion they both felt a gust of air, a blizzard began, she felt the snow pass her face it soothed her anxiety and her excitement began to grow, the blizzard however was short lived. The boy now felt numb, the weather had made his nose tingle and his hands were clammy beneath his winter gloves. There was something in the air that day his heart began to race, not for the girl she was but an aid, a vessel. He was aware that like many things snow didn’t and doesn’t last forever but caught amongst it’s aura and occupied with conversation his fears of the short lived wonder were masked.
The sun began to shine, light shall always prevail over darkness and warmth over cold the snow began to subside slowly melting and with it the will to converse wilted. The amourous flakes of white on white began to vanish and so did the boys obsession, he asked himself why it was so that many people find themselves caught in fascination of something so cold and disappointing?
He felt the cold and seeked a cure he was unable to sleep. Hot flushes came and went his fingers found letters center to white squares and allowed himself to express his feelings through a child like story in hope it would exhaust him and help him sleep.
A light shone before him mantled to his stomach was the source. A decision was made to cease it’s source to engulf the flame, to shut it’s lid. A restless night was about to begin.
Metaphoric Meaning
Snow had fallen once again, light glistening flakes sunk through thin air to sit loosely on an even surface, (CD case) the boy sat bemused and In ore of what fell before him (Coke), it wasn’t often that weather conditions permitted such a glorious sight. (Expensive) Now settled there became an emmence urge to touch and feel the snow spread beneath his un-orthodox rectangular foot. (Credit Card) It was tread smooth and now lay in a beckoning form, (Cut up into lines) Elizebeth called from a near distance, (A note) she asked the boy to lend her a hand she wanted to be rolled now that the snow glazed the woodland, the boy set about as to what she wished and once set into motion they both felt a gust of air (Snort, snort), a blizzard began, she felt the snow pass her face it soothed her anxiety and her excitement began to grow, the blizzard however was short lived. The boy now felt numb, the weather had made his nose tingle and his hands were clammy beneath his winter gloves. There was something in the air that day his heart began to race, not for the girl she was but an aid, a vessel. He was aware that like many things snow didn’t and doesn’t last forever but caught amongst it’s aura and occupied with conversation his fears of the short lived wonder were masked.
The sun began to shine, light shall always prevail over darkness and warmth over cold the snow began to subside slowly melting and with it the will to converse wilted. The amourous flakes of white on white began to vanish and so did the boys obsession, he asked himself why it was so that many people find themselves caught in fascination of something so cold and disappointing?
He felt the cold and seeked a cure he was unable to sleep. Hot flushes came and went his fingers found letters center to white squares (Keyboard) and allowed himself to express his feelings through a child like story in hope it would exhaust him and help him sleep.
A light shone before him mantled to his stomach was the source. (Laptop) A decision was made to cease it’s source to engulf the flame, to shut it’s lid. A restless night was about to begin.
Brackets maybe a little bit too literal? But i'm not sure it would of been clear enough without them. The things you write on drugs hey?!
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