Nov 25, 2005 22:41
sitting in the doctors office.
Cold.
Bitter cold.
Sitting alone.
Alone with secrets that lie beneath the wall-papering.
"you're ill i imagine."
...But perhaps it's something new this time.
Something new this time, unlike any other time.
It will always keep you guessing.
(christmas seems to be coming too soon. winter is just on time.)