Watch the snow fall, hear it hit the ground with a sigh, and disappear from sight. Listen to the crunch your father's truck's tires make, how they sound like you're packing your clothes into a plastic bag thats too small and ripping, and breath onto the window pane so there is a small circle of fog, and so you can write 'i love you' to the world, and it will evaporate with your hopes of being heard, it will leave like the snow will when the spring comes, it will disappear from your eyes like magic.
Bo peep bo peep.