Words Are All Around Me

I have this project for one of my Literature classes..
We have to create a work in the language of beauty.
What?
Exactly, I have no idea either.
But she said it can replace one of our papers, which is great because I am missing one.
During class I kept getting this feeling I needed to write a poem.
I don't do poetry. 
But I began writing down words instead of listening.

Its no hope at the end of the tunnel.
Its grey.
The trees are dead.
The grass is dead.
Dead.
Depression.

I've found this subject all around me lately, only this season i'm not the one struggling.
Its in my best friend.
Its in my family.
Its in the boy down the street.
Its in my coworker.

These days i'm working retail.
I have a coworker who just got off a mission in LA.
We opened the other morning at 7:30am - no one shops that early.
We had a lot of time to talk.
She told me all about how depression was something she struggled with on her mission and it caused her to come home early. She also loves a boy. When she came home early this boys mom told him, "You can be friends with her, but I dont want you to love her. She has a lot of problems." She told me she understood because she was kinda broken and no one wants their kid to be with someone who is broken. But depression was part of who she was and it hurt that someone was going to hold her accountable for something she couldn't change.
She really loves this boy and she just wants him to love him back.

I couldn't shake the feeling I had after my conversation with her.
So I wrote this missionary and told him all about it.
Literally pages about our conversation and depression and how its real and how I know people don't understand because I didn't understand. I think the letter was more for me than for him.

*****

I have this roommate.
I think she is really cool and I really want to be her friend.
Shes a freshman, she has a blog too.
Every new year we have to fill out a survey about ourselves, we saw that she liked to blog.
We googled her.
Which I guess makes us pretty creepy..

*****
I wonder if my younger brother knows how great I really think he is.
and I really want him to think i'm cool.
I texted him the other day at 11:30
"You should cover Christina Aguileras new song 'Say Something'"
"Uh no, that by 'A Great Big World"
"You should cover A Great Big Worlds 'Say Something"
"Okay!"
He had it up that night.
I just love him.

*****

I'm grateful for people who just accept things and don't ask questions.

"I need to pay off my bill you guys, can I just do that over the phone?"
"Sure, your balance is 458.97. How much will you be paying today?"
What a nice way to put it. Really they meant, "we fixed your car over six months ago, give us our money".
"I can pay you 400 right now and 58 in two weeks"
"Great."

"Mr. G, I won't be able to finish my observation hours by Wednesday because i'm currently snowed into my apartment complex and can't get my car out."
"...Are you from here? Driving in the snow can be scary but its everyone else you have to worry about. You can turn it in on Friday, be safe driving."

*****
It snowed 8-10 inches over night.
I'm giving myself a snow day.