Constructive Nostalgia?

Trudge through the snowhill,
Rise, and rise,
I like the Winter,
I like the snow and the early nights,
The cloudy skies and the bright white snow on the ground,
The roles of Earth and sky are reversed.
And as stated many times before,
I like that feeling of being surrounded by inhospitable weather
But having proper shelter.
Focuses my mind on what I do have and how fortunate I am,
Winter is optimism, more so than summer.
And also I like the music that I listened to
During the winter.
Another connection to the memories.
Connections are important,
Vital and necessary.
I guess it makes sense, I don't know if I should spell it out.
Connections are all, what am I talking about.
I wish I would've walked home more,
Always in a rush for nothing.
Damn this music though.
Can
You
Remember a time
When you were
Content?
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY.
It was good though.

Red and purple and white and brown and purple and purple and purple

OH I KNOW WHY.

Yeah that was weird place to be.

I'm glad it happened though.

Actually, better things probably would've happened if I weren't there,

I'm positive.

Like, do they understand?

They are the world.

They don't understand, they don't care,

They are the world.

I would do the exact same thing though,

I have done the exact same thing.

We're self-centered though.

Nothing we can do about it.

But it wouldn't be that far of a leap, damn it.

Bitter.

It's good though.

Just need one who is simple,

I am becoming more accepting of the simple.

ENVIOUS.

Green of purple and purple and purple.

Romanticism is fine with me, and idealism,

And nostalgia,

It's all a dream.

It was real once.

He's right.

Winter man,

I wonder if Australians have the same feelings.

This is weird.

I remember being in my elementary school

Around the holidays,

I know it was cold and dark, possibly snowy,

And there was a Christmas concert, I don't know if I was in it,

I must have been,

Or maybe it was like a parent open house thing,

Something like that,

And I was in the school at around 8, and everything was dark,

And the lights in the hallway were off and the sun had gone down and there was barely

Anyone in the school.

My first look at things from another vantage.

I

Like my elementary school,

I only have a few bad memories,

But a much larger portion of my experiences

Were positive.

I remember those giant trees and how they changed

Throughout the year.

Colors are important to kids,

Visual stimuli in general.

I was walking back from class and realized exactly what

J.D Salinger

Was feeling.

I didn't before.

Kids are so much better.

Maybe, but as I said before,

Idealism is okay.

There weren't enough Chinese immigrants who were working on the railroad writing about the

Existential ponderings of Chinese immigrants who were working on the railroad.

Social divides are interesting.

Do I ever create social divides?

I'll try not to. Ever.

I listened to the same songs every single night,

On repeat,

Right before sleep,

When I did all my thinking.

Always at night, we never did things during the day,

Funny.

The reader will be unable to track my train so maybe I should make spaces between things that aren't related.

I won't even understand any of this as soon as I leave this track.

I could just listen to the music again to get back on though.

BAH,

It went by so fast.

Could I have enjoyed it more? Will it be back?

Doubtful.

I'm pretty sure that's what we want.

Certainly I, at least.

BAH!

Winter, and purple, and music, and night...