solicitude is a bitch
I am vexed. By time, distance, the need for live interaction. By outsiders who refuse to allow me to retreat within the recesses of my mind. I crave your touch, it soothes me: my mind, my tension. Vexed by the uncanny nature of the passage of intervals of time and the manner in which they are perceived. Exempli gratia: The moments after a child is
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for the sake of brevity i leave you with this:
in winter was i born, and whatever else i am and become
my basic character is ice - not in the sense of coldness,
although i can be remote at times - rather of stillness
and reflection... you know my true name, branded on my
flesh, gift of my true mother. my song is the sound of
falling snow.
when all is silent and still the universe sings...
i am there in those moments, so close you might not
notice. hold to me there and know that this does not
change: this is for you and you alone. take comfort
that when the storm passes i am still here, awaiting you.
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