tired of hands filled with ice

It's pathetic how when we're flirting with the end of summer, we can't wait for it to snow.

Six months later, black snow piles up and we can't wait for the warmth of the sun.
Why do we want everything that isn't quite within our reach?

No one is ever satisfied-- but then again,

satisfaction is something that no one can ever quite be satisfied with 

because if we're satisfied with our lives then we have nothing to look forward to,

and if we do then we won't be completely satisfied for long.

fuck it all.