Clarks Club

Snow is unique. You see it fall and you think “how beautiful.”you think the soul has a different shape . Displaying its, own new born ballet to public and then it lands. Joining every soul next to its place.
Then time lends its hands; polluting the snows purity and crushing its individuality. The snow becomes a sloppy mess, moved only by the law of men with the power to pollute.

Have you ever thought about how flawed you are and then meet a person that’s on a whole different platform? Has that person ever been a family member? You look at them and see the way they act and react and find yourself trying to uncover a reason why. Some change, others know why but cant change, but I feel like most see themselves as perfect human beings.
I know Im flawed, but who else knows? Who gauges themselves against the standards of manners and common courtesy and attempt to change? Who remain the same? Who become the scumbags?
I’ll tell you this much, there are alot more scumbags than anyone would’ve thought. But I never thought My Own Kin would try to become one.