Thoughts

January 9, 2008

Cold little fingers of memories best left untouched whip through my mind tonight. Accompanied by the whistles of an unsettled wind around the corners of my house they stalk me in the bleak darkness of January’s new moon. Ghosts made of powdered snow softly beating against the corners of my house, eager to claw their way into the peace, the ragged peace, I have fought too hard to take for granted. A peace which I will fight again to protect.

What they offer sounds like life and beauty, hope and survival. But I have seen a void behind the eyes of those who offer what they cannot truly give and I know life is not white and cold. Beauty is not still and silent. Hope is not weak and distant.

I am not alone in this battle that rages. I am not alone.

Shalom.

  • Knightshadow

    No, you’re not alone.

  • Knightshadow

    No, you’re not alone.

  • Knightshadow

    No, you’re not alone.

  • AJW308

    Depending on the level at which one reads that, it, it, man I don’t know how to finish that sentence.

    I shuddered when I read that, not at first, but as I went through doors and delved into it, I shuddered. I can relate, and it’s not the 8″-12″ of snow that we got in the last 12 hours, though that does illustrate it.

  • Doom

    Hello. Just thought I would drop by and send YOU something. (the hello, I’m cheap… poor?… you know) In any case, it is all I can send. So, and again, “Hello”.

  • Doom

    Hello. Just thought I would drop by and send YOU something. (the hello, I’m cheap… poor?… you know) In any case, it is all I can send. So, and again, “Hello”.