| S.M. |
[27 Nov 2009|06:20pm] |
as i opened the front door, dismally regarding the naked rawness that winter brings to the world, a gust of wind swept me back into my home, rushing emotions into my heart - the want of you.
we are so fragile, in this world we built. in this world we built so that we would always be safe, and warm, and protected.
i look ...through windows, i put on mittens, i do everything under a guard of safeness so that this hurt doesn't materialise.
and then i remember, the friction that laughter, love, clasped hands and windchill scraping our faces makes it all worth it.
because the winter cold makes us red, paints us tender and fresh - and makes us real.
i would do anything with you.
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