Monday, November 24, 2008
feh. this *draws out large imaginary square (rectangle) about 1 1/2 metres long and a meter wide in midair*, is a buzzkill.'tis paralysis. thats what it is. encumbering cold and even darker days can only spoil it for everyone. tu lah. like being compared to blacks and veiled windows. like being lost in a sea of strangers all eager to escape the shivering. or being ensconced under the warmth of a 14 tog, but still feeling the chill against your chin. like the sun that teases you mercilessly, only when you're busying away does it even want to shine. like the water that flows, unstoppable. trying hard not to drown you but wets the bottoms of your shoes. unnoticeable but certainly still there. like the rain that provides, but dampen you nonetheless by ramming straight into you, merciless to the frail brolly you hold out for protection. like the fog you breathe out, pouring out of you every moment lest you notice. or the stones hailing (hail stoning?) from the skies, inescapable any direction you go, even from inside. and don't even get me started on the weather.
<3 <3 <3
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