Alternative Resting Place Memories

sleeping in my blue car buried in snow after an unexpected snowstorm i find myself smiling although i have nowhere to go something about a snowflake in times of hardship it makes you forget....even if only for a moment sleeping in my silver car mesmerized by a staring moon i feel as if God is watching me i do not feel worthy of even His most watchful eye He disagrees, and i dare not argue the contrary sleeping in my childhood bedroom while housesitting for the price of temporary shelter i begin to remember a time when i had dreams, plans, and goals i wonder where it all went....amongst the constant movement of everchanging time perhaps somewhere between another bad decision and the bitter repetition