the something beautiful of death

gliding down mainstreet in the winter

like water glides down my pane

effortlessly around to and fro 

in Walter,

appropriately named

in the in-between-hours of the night,

and day

when I'm up

to

scribe derive

school and life

gaining speed

and adrenaline keeps me going

staying vigil

alert, awake, but mostly importantly

aware

Aware of the rest in my future,

awake

with the promise of

a cotton

hopefully warm bed

near

I stop

drifting left 

and continue driving home

alone

in my mind

water

rapidly washing over 

my windshield pane

turns white 

as snow

still I continue driving home

with things I've promised

to keep

in

the darkest time of the year

and still I travel

the only way to go

through the rain

on the ground

Author's Note

This is in a way an ode to "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Frost. Also the last few lines are a reference to a Gogol Bordello song.