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today is a wednesday, i'm in payson, and it's snowing. ::sigh::

the snow flakes fat and droopy in the air, but floats like a feather.

from my hotel room, my window is open,

i watch the water as it beads heavy off the roof.

the sky is a sullen grey today.

as i have done some thinking it seems befitting,

that the weather would know to suggest

towards the gloom of my depression, that irony fits best.

and really, i don't even know why i'm writing,

sometimes i get these tell all ideas

and turn inward on myself for the proof of my reasons.

(with hardly a fair warning)

i allow things to get me down, most of all you,

my purposeful desires.

the upsets,

unfound, ground me harder than truth.

my heart demands more, than a graceful solitude.                                                                                            







Wednesday, February 26, 2003