Monday, November 12, 2012

Listening to the ice crack.

My ears ring against the silence.

Cold.

It is...cold, to the touch.

The room oscillates.

The page is still blank.

I am waiting for something.

...more whiskey, perhaps?

No...

Then it would just melt faster.

Then it would...

Nothing.

Nothing but frustration.

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