Nov 24, 2009 03:14
Autumn's brilliance fades to the dull gloom of winter. Each day, darkness falls earlier and earlier and the cold keeps us confined to the warmth and safety of the indoors. In these cold, long nights, it's so easy to wrap yourself in a heavy silence and withdraw from the day-to-day happenings.
It is so quiet.
Winter hangs in the air, anticipated by the citizens of Discedo, yet still dreaded as well. The turn of the seasons is uncaring to whatever plight it may bring. The cycle continues unhindered.
Sakky, there're easier ways to say; "It's been a while since I bothered with this thing, nothing's really happening."
A-Aa. Of course.
You spacin' out on me? Sheesh, if you got something on your mind, just spill it! I can't stand it when you clam up all the time.
Mmm. Sorry.
Eh if you're gonna be like that, put me back. I'll get some shut-eye at least.
lost in thought,
seasons,
searching