River Tam

Birthdays come and go. Ages continue to add one on top of the other.

Seventeen. Almost eighteen.

I'm getting old.


People are leaving.

I have one less roommate. Won't matter when Kaylee, Simon and I move.

Frozen water crystallized falling from the sky.
It looks rather pretty. Tastes like nothing.
I was trying to remember the last time I saw snow.
but I cannot.

My birthday is almost here.

Time moves so fast.

Images come and images go.

The sweet song in the night is the only one who knows.