Sunday, September 09, 2007

Man I hate the wind.

That gentle loving breeze of summer has turned vile. Turning my hair into a Medusa probing my eyes nostrils and mouth. I choke on my own hair. The wind is pushing against my skin, rushing through the ever so small holes in my clothes and being inescapable, unavoidable, completely against me. Without refuge and full of hopelessness, the wind brings a depression.
I will never be warm again.

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