The trees are beautiful today. Their leafless, fleshless corpses clothed only by green moss, awaiting the hope of spring. Spring brings the green, and the romances will flourish, while my heart grows colder and more distant. Plant the fake flowers of hope and curse the rain's inconvenience. You contradict yourself. Declare the winter ugly and the rain inconvenient, waste it away with out regard. Build your walls of disillusionment, while I walk through the birth of another day, another life. One step closer to reality, one step away from your glorified delusions. I despise your dearest dreams that will never come true. Every dream dies, while your past wastes you. Look outside at the leafless, moss covered skeletons, they hold the key to your happiness. Concern your self not with your supposed inconveniences, and stop creating for yourself pointless entertainment. It is already here embodied in the leafless trees you consider despicable. Worry yourself not with the coming spring, nor the sun promised by summer. Focus on the rain that falls, the clouds that will never leave forever, and waste not the moments they have to offer you.