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By darwin Date: 2003 Dec 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.23.16.05.8099]] |
| It's not that I'm melancholy, or that the world is in a bad place. But there's something about how the snow comes down all slow, horizontal in the wind, i feel somehow pensive. My thoughts are thrown into the universe, wondering if they will come back. I wonder if I can remember my sadness, the farther I get away from it, the harder it is to recall. I spent so many lonely nights by myself, that it was more learned behavior than anything else. Now I look at the bright cheery lights outside, the greenery and crisp red bows, with the glow of lights. I see hooded coats walking briskly down the busy downtown avenues. People bustling around, hurrying to different places, to watch different faces, hoping to find a sense of warmth. And I can't muster that same sense of despair. I can't recall what it was like to want someone in my bed, or even for someone to look at me. All I know is that it is our second Christmas together. And for over a year I've shared my bed with someone that I never thought I would find. This gentle soul, with the moonlight eyes. So memories fade through days and months and years. So life sometimes moves at a faster pace than what we wish. We share tear laden nights with our sheets. We cast off woeful indiscretions into the night air. But eventually life turns itself around. We find something in the world that we were so afraid to be a part of. We release the shadows of doubt and we remember that one thing we always have, hope. And the only thing greater than hope, is love. |