Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Misty

There is still drifting snow in the late nights and early mornings. The skies are grey and crisp, and my skin cracks to reveal blood that stains. i can't feel warm. i just sit by my window and watch the snow drift some mornings, feeling bleak and fading away.

i feel so defeated and overwhelmed - i am abashed and listless, until i manage to let out a pathetic scream of lament as quietly as i can.

i just want to abandon my life and run away to a warm abode where i can draw the curtains and chain smoke cigarettes until i can't cry anymore. And no one would find me.

1 comment:

  1. Look at me,
    I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
    And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
    I can't understand,
    I get misty, holding your hand.

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