how is it that you can survive here?

She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and she has no idea.

I look at her and I can’t imagine ever wanting anything more.

Every year at this time, I have to catch myself.

The days get shorter, the wind grows teeth and draws a grey coat around the world.

I can see it happen. I can watch insomnia and illness bleed me dry. I don’t think I have what it takes. I don’t think I can do what I need to.

Even with her beside me, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through, this time.

4 thoughts on “how is it that you can survive here?

  1. i shall be your selter…my hide is tough from whip-words and bladed tongues…i will rip the teeth from the wind to fashion a trap with which to ensnare your sleep…it will chatter dreams to you in somnambulance and gnash the nightmares to sinewy pieces caught in its blizzard molars…i am spirited and fierce, all for you…all for you.

  2. oh my i know what you mean.
    i only made it through last winter because matt made me his best friend and decided to save my life with poems and hugs.
    my solution this year is an escapist one – to go home to Florida. twice. this will save me from three weeks of winter total.
    good luck!

  3. I was wondering why you are planning to move even farther north, can’t take it here, and I know one day soon I’ll be leaving myself. Heck, I’m south of y’all already, and I can’t handle it at all.
    When in January is good for Boo and I too visit btw?

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