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Saturday, December 30, 2006
frost
looking out from above the lama, i see smiles...
smiles beaming from deep within...
smiles that radiate happiness and contentment...
i smiled too...
but the smile feels different...

i smiled because they are smiling...
i smiled because they are happy...
i smiled with them... for them.
i smiled because i'm happy for them...

but my hands are cold...
my heart is cold...
a barren piece of snow-covered land...
a land with no signs of life...
a land where the wind howls all night...

i wash my hands...
the water feels warm...
i stop washing them...
i try to dry them...
but they feel so cold now...

i cup my hands around a mug...
the mug feels warm...
i let go the mug...
the coldness returns...

wad do i do now?
how do i stop this coldness?
how do i stop this coldness from tearing me apart?

~ { Saturday, December 30, 2006 }
reflections of you and me;