The sky is cloudy and dark. Tree branches reach up towards the sky evilly. I am glad that this window stays between me and the cold. Everything seems so irretrievably cold, and lost, and tired. I am so extraordinarily tired. What yesterday was green and warm is today gray and cold. In a period of waiting. Waiting for tomorrow. For a warmer and happier time. But nevertheless, I am glad that it is today.
I like how vague you were. Nice slice!
ReplyDeleteNice memory. Great slice.
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