severed strands manifest. circumstance as obstuse as the angle are.
the particles. the essense of when. time's hurtful chorus. repeating.
the cold is a beautiful entity. more human than any of us. a hungry child. a stern parent. a scab on the knee. a kiss on the lips.
the winter is a poet. more prolific than any man or woman. a millenia of verses. each one eclipsing the next.
i don't know what love is. i've only used words to imagine it.
i've glimpsed its colors. i've even heard its voice.
it's random. it's dots on dice.
it's the collateral of a sin. it's the debt are all born with.
it's the sweet of a bridge. the sour of distance.
Wednesday
1/21/2015 12:34:00 AM
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