I am going to write. I’m not going to save a draft first, I’m not even going to proofread it or fix any spelling mistakes. I’m just going to write. And so that is what I do. And that is what you read. Read on.
I stood outside the door, the heat quickly escaping me. Surrounded by shadow from a pale blue light, the moisture of my breath turned to steaming clouds as I enjoyed the stillness of the night.
Fields flew past, riddled with patches of dead grasses, painted with a thin layer of frost. Silhouettes of hibernating trees danced among the frozen air, suspended above the ground as if to erase the minor imperfections from its surface.
The bleak midwinter echoes in my ear, trailed by a choir of children’s voices.
I’m inaccessible without you here,
A hot shower makes me thankful.
it covers me. and covers me.
amazing love.
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Dan, thank you for introducing me to the world.
Shore, thank you for letting me in. And for sharing.
RP, thank you for not giving up.
Bitt, thank you for being available, and thank you for reading.
Crick, thank you for listening, and caring.
DHon, thank you for not acting any different.
Qmom, thank you for so many kind words.
Warner, thank you for reminding me.
Marks, thank you for the emails, and the hours, and the pieces of you.
brock, thank you for hope.
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I don’t know. It’s likely a result of a drained brain from school stresses, but I feel like all my emotions are trapped inside of me. I see so many beautiful things, and enjoy the occasional evening of content, yet I don’t have words to describe them. I like describing my life. It helps me remember. Without words, memories fade.
Help me remember this?
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