There in lies a quiet thought, snow whirling by my window. It haunted me like a specter, all day.
It is a shade of emotion I know intimately. It comes with absence. Often, it is done by myself. I am so much with people and yet not with one person. I crave solitude, though it is not the healthiest medicine.
An opiate. A distilled liquid to make time slip through my fingers.
It is so quiet on the snowy road. Passing through flashes of snow flake, I can hear the long howl of my heart.
But everyone is a help when I let them in. They hold me in my hard moments and help me through. Thank you friends.
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