|Current mood:|| sad|
|Current music:||say hello and wave goodbye|
i wore a red scarf, to warm the cold winter. but wore it too long and made the summer stuffy, itchy. now my red scarf has fadded to white with dirt covers tattered and worn, sure i could patch the holes, wash it but the red can never return. i've bought new scarves, green blue grey but never the same as my red. i want to take it off, but i can't. i want to take it off but i can't. it won't leave me and i won't let it leave me. im afraid a blizzard will come and blow me away. now winter has returned once again, and today i take off my beautiful red scarf to lay on the snow in it's final resting spot.
i think scarves have a soul, to keep us warm and protect us. scarves are for winter...to keep it forever they die.