Falling Seasons: Winter Wonderland

Tue, 05/14/2013 - 11:21 -- DajahxD

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02909
United States
41° 48' 47.3184" N, 71° 27' 34.632" W

They call me a "Pick-Me-Up".
Why are those words connected to me?
Me, of all people, picking others up.
Never a day in my life have I felt super-human r even close to super as a human so why is it then?
Why is it then that they pick me up with hopes of the favor being achieved
Without even subconsciously thinking of returning the favor?
They have hopes of sparking entertainment in the most desolate areas but, favors amuse me.
Why question the methos without understanding the figure first?
There's another layer under what your eyes tread on.
There's another layer atop of the ground I reside in when you admire me.
There's a layer that crunches beneath your pupils imprints with every inch that you venture..
I look like everyone else but these imprints are of no other.
I am me, you're not, try sticking with me.
Try sticking with me when I'm just me.
Try sticking with me when I am multiplied into a slew of myself that flourish under the coldest conditions.
Try sticking with me when me, myself and I are in a furious flurry of conflicting forces while I vehemently refuse to stick to you.
You're stuck.
Your eyes are on such an adventure that you happen to sink right through.
Surrounded by the icy exterior without a coat and yet your interior is completely tropical.
Only a few can stick.
They are kept warm and lavish in lush amounts.
Only they can understand.
Only they have the right to ask.
Is anyone really right to ask though?
They call me a "Pick-Me-Up."
It's one of the best things that I can do.
I just hope, that if I ask, they can do that for me too.

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