Thursday, December 02, 2004

The skies are weeping droplets along with those from my eyes. Overcast and gloomy and quietly storming in my head, I am inconsolable in my thoughts.

Would that the fears would stop knocking on my windows. Would that my knightly-shining armor would do its job and protect me from imagined doom. Would that my peace of mind stay a bit longer, and resist being consumed in the icy holidays. But it won't. And as the crisp cool air kisses my cheeks and elicit shivers, so will it kiss my heart. It is pouring. And so am I.

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