Wednesday, December 02, 2009

The Darkest Season



December, December, how is it December?

The flowing current that is life has sucked me in and not returned me to dry land. I lose hours under fluorescents in the library, trying to will myself to complete what I’ve started, by any means possible. I long for nothing more than sleep. I wake up unmotivated to leave my bed, and often, because I have nowhere else to be, I succumb to the soft warmth.

Aside from sleep, I long for the wind on my face. I forget to go outside, and I miss the day. Daylight leaves early. Rain doesn’t abate. Snow has yet to appear. I miss moving quickly. I miss doing everything.

It's the same time of year that I crave my desert winter city, the warmth of my love, the depth of snow and time to lose myself in.

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