Lucky Enough to "Suffer"

The midwest is a snow-globe.
In every way as terrifying and idyllic as living in a snow globe could be. For some it is suffocation. The same four seasons. The same highschool. The same life, over and over forever. For others its the lives their parents led, and their grandparents, and the parents before them. Content to be happy inside the glass. No need to taste the outside.

But those that are terrified of suffocation...only they really know the true beauty inside the globe. Its when they leave that their eyes adjust to the light, and that they can see so much more clearly through the now convex glass. The seasons and their ability to change a scape become noticed for the masterpieces they are. The once silent world comes alive with a discovery-a symphony released by the turning of a key. And each season has its own movement. They've broken free of the seal, and now the suffocation sets in but from this toxic air. Only one place could ever be home, only once place can strip away the unwanted elements, with its gentle strokes of backyards and baseball games on the radio, Christmas trees shining like beacons through the snow, lazy summer days coaxing you to sleep in the shade, autumn afternoons at pumpkin patches and choruses of leaves offering their perfume in exchange for a good roll around, and the most poetic thunderstorms heard of-professing their undying love for the land and the flowers they are helping the spring usher in for everyone's new beginnings.

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Its 5am. Loving the carmel and the apples and the walnuts so much I may be rotting my teeth. But an apple a day...cut me up another, because I'm feeling the itch. Fixes are fixes are fix.

...when the fall makes your nose run but the sun forbids anything more than a jacket......the turned colors and the perfume that they only bring out for those special occassions......when you've lived within it and let it live inside you, you'll realize how much your addicted, if your lucky enough to be 'suffering'...