Warmth comes in waves with wind, the sent of the season
floating over me, intoxicating, making it nearly impossible to contain the stem
of thoughts winter brought, or keep hold of the fading hopes she's born year in
and year out, needing now to find some new venue to begin again, perhaps too
depressed to appreciate the fresh air this season brings, her world suddenly
silent, and I cannot fantom why, what ticks on in her head, plans reinvented,
schemes to be redone, or does her silence signify something else, some aspect
of life I cannot comprehend from this side of the looking glass, has she gone
down into the rabbit hole, taking the pill that makes her taller, smaller or
does nothing at all, the silence of what was rather than what will be, this
wind, this change, blowing less sweet than I first believed, carrying hope to
her, or away, or perhaps to nowhere at all
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