they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, February 01, 2010


it's snowing. big, fat flakes of white. from here, what's beyond the window looks like a snow globe. peaceful and quiet and untouched.

but from here, i'm also able to imagine. that the street outside is actually quiet. and that what happened last week didn't really happen. that the world is still full of peace and harmony and no reason to have to fear being home alone or walking or running. but this is all just nonsense anyway. because there's always been evil.

it's just that before now, it had never hit so close
to home.


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