Bad Body Double.

The fact that it was even snowing this evening after school just astounds me.

Nicolle and I pulled up to the Whataburger drive thru and examined the icicles that hung from her side mirrors. Laughed at how freezing it was and how lame the guy behind the headset really was. Ice dotted every inch of the car. It crunched all over the concrete of Custer. The small flurries stuck in our hair as we let our heads hang out into the cold, dark air. The sky was an odd gray and white swirl. It was truly a Texas winter day.

I have to say that I'm proud to have been there, at the school, for that win against Centennial's basketball team. Our boys pulled it out to the finish. And even though we had many attempts at poking fun at the other school [the newspapers, rushing the court, etc.] it was still the best basketball game I've been to in awhile.

I'm happy to say sleep is no longer hard to come by. I fall deep with the same playlist at my side every night. I'm wrapped in thick notes and measures. Instrumentals and syrupy vocals that douse me in the weight of the world. It presses me to close my eyes. Make the world disappear. But my dreams are still as messed up as ever. They can't decide what they want to be. Every night I debate with myself over these strange color schemes and subliminal messages that I can't quite figure out. I enter a world of complete unfamiliarity. It's quite a fragile state, I should say. It's hard to keep your cool at three in the morning when you wake up to realize your actually in reality, and that was all but real.

The dark side of the moon is beginning to reveal itself.
Someone has a decision to make. Soon.
The situation isn't easy. But they're almost an adult.
They're ready to do this.

I've never found anything to be more truer than this -

The little things happen every single day.