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Jan 11, 2009 22:09

Move with it, through it, bypass it. Stop it. Ignore it.
Like winter, I have become static. Living beyond winter for three weeks, I thought I'd miss it. And when it consumed me, I enjoyed it. Impervious to its chill. Welcoming to snow hills and the sound it made under my deteriorating boots. Now it's just cold. And I want to sleep and eat laffy taffy until my stomach hurts. And now everyone has returned from their sunny destinations and I feel lonelier. They've gone to sleep or to fight their personal demons and I'm left to watch the noise level. Listen for foot steps, running water. Wanting friends consistently. Wanting the hours between us to drop so that you might be around for a slumber party, or some mild conversation. About the weather.
Just me here. Sending whispers through tin cans across an ocean.
Still not sure how I got here.
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