the rain shall come, and corpses become roses, there's a hidden beauty finding it's way out of everything

so there's a hidden beauty finding it's way out of everything. i wish that i could be the kind of person that saw that beauty. i tend to lean to the negative side of things, i don't know why and i try and change and be positive but my initial response is always the negative. There is a trip going out this weekend to a river that only runs three times a year, i'm not going. i want to but there are things that i need to do, not want to do...have you ever noticed how the snow glows even in the shadows when it's copulating with the mountain side? i am waiting for the hidden beauty to find it's way out of me, or don't i classify as part of everything?

and for present thoughts on the past the song is katie come true by son, Ambulance. now there is some hidden beauty