BLAHAJ (Blow hai)

I find comfort in the fact you do not know me anymore. Just like I no longer know you. But the only difference is I changed because I had to and you changed because you wanted to. At least my sheets aren't stained anymore. I don't like winter because of its snow. I like winter due to its features. How all the snowflakes have 6 sides. The nights are longer. How it makes hot chocolate taste even better. You probably like winter for the snow and holidays. But its a lot more to me. Many things you don't notice. Maybe you notice how it gives you a blue hue on your nails. I do. I wish I always had a blue hue on my nails. I don't care if its freezing me. Maybe if I always had a blue hue on my nails people would assume its paint. I hope they assume its paint. They do, trying to offend me. But I can't wait for them to see me again And see how beautiful my painted nails have gotten. Once a young water flea said to me, “How does it feel to be a Canid?'' And I replied, “My dear, I am not so sure.” Then she said, “Well, aren’t you a Canid?” And this time I responded, “I view species as a beautiful thing that people often take for a walk on a leash and might enter into some odd contest in hopes of winning a strange prize.” My dear, a better question for the water flea would have been, “How does it feel to be a bear?” For all I know, I would love to be a bear. I find the joy in being a bear to be infinite, I notice every detail about bears in hopes to gain those same aspects. But maybe if I continue to wait, I will gain them. They cant see. Maybe if they cleaned their glasses like we ask, they'll see better. Sometimes they wipe them if we ask enough. Only slightly. Maybe if they wiped them twice more It would all make sense. We would all be safe. Trapped in a race I cannot win. Me against them. Maybe if I had access to some other tools it would help. But they see the tools as something dangerous. Something that must be hidden. But possibly if they took a water break, They could look around and realize. The tools aren't dangerous. Dropping them like leaves. Hinting that winter is coming But, they view winter as a offense? So the leaves drop less often, to please them