Drifting in and out of sleep

Trying to remember where it all began, when I first started to feel this way. A useless endeavor really; knowing will only make it worse in the end. Yet still a part of me claws at the memories, scratching to try to find some reason for it all. Some purpose in the storm.

The snow is falling again, clogging up my windowpanes and my heart. Freshly fallen, it covers the hurt and dirt; fooling the world momentarily….(more)

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