Man, I love her love and contentment. Although I feel detached and departed, alone in the bitter winds, I'm real glad that my better half has warmth and louisvillian croons to sigh to. The weather is perfect at describing my imperfections - The trees are made of ice cracking, howling gusts swoop in loud and unbearable, and my hands freeze even as I cup the flame.
When has one, you know...how do you say, gone bat shit crazy? Does one have heart attacks as the panic clots in the blood? Do we sing about the great flood; How we let the water fill our nostrils while barely bringing this life in and out in gasps? I thought every animal must live in pairs.
There are truths in wounds, maybe its good news.
Im back in human day to days. I eat food. I will maybe sleep tonight. I have a home to come home to, a mother that worries. Its not too soon. My shoes hurt. Theres ice and salt on the roads.
Its too early for all of this in every aspect. Am I cold or practical? Am I crazy or am I crazy?
The green light on my desk is happy to see me, I'm happy to see me. I thought I hated everything but thats not true. I've been told, through everything, that I was the most beautiful person in the world and It makes me cry everytime like a truth that i don't want to believe, or a lie dressed up, rotting and sweet.
If nothing is ever enough for me, I'm sorry heart. It just hurts.
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