This weather....produces this stuff:

Dark are the days,
when dreams turn into nightmares.
Dark are the days,
to sleep in the sun to wake in the snow.
the bronze stripped to pale white
leaving the skin searching for true color.
the lure of spring drew out the flourishing life,
to be snuffed out by the cold frost.
Dark are the days,
when the everlasting, live no more.

This weather is having a sort of depressing effect on me. I wake up to sunshine and go to class to come out to dreary storm clouds, and it doesn't smell like rain, but rather, nothing. It smells like nothing! How can the world smell...like nothing? I'm sure it didn't become void of smell, it's just, I got nothing from it.

Kinda sad really.

Also, I'm not sure how sick I'm getting, but I have a feeling this moisture in my chest isn't going to bode well. the Last time I felt this coming on was last summer when I had to get an Inhaler and get on Anti-Biotics. Yuck!

oh well, I think it's time for a nap. one of those naps you hope makes you feel rejuvenated when you wake up.