How is it a person can experience something so life-altering and not learn from it? I've done just that. I'm stuck in winter. Forever walking in a land that isn't home. How can these mistakes keep happening? When will summer come back to me? Will I ever find more than empty love? And when will the flowers break through this snow at my feet? It's quiet here. There's a song crying in the depths of me, but even the sound of my footsteps are muted.
The ice never melts...
Will I ever find my way home? Can I find love in this steril place? The only eyes that see me are lustful and hungry. These hideous thoughts still racing through my mind... what else do I know than to go to them as they're all I have? Hideous... so much is said by this one word. It's what I am. I'm unclean and they know it. I go to them... They are warm...
10:21 p.m. - 2007-10-29
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