Dark winter days are the doorway to our horrible vices, the wind is so loud it surronds my house. I can only hope to disappear under my covers, and the next time I wake, it will be Spring. I know this will not be true for tomorrow. I know this will not be true for the day after tomorrow. But one day, the sun will wake up before me, and every hopeless empty thought of mine can be restored.
May 20, 2010