4:34am.
Winter, cold, dark.
sitting alone at the computer.
Just high enough to write a line or two.
Wondering mostly if i could write a word without you.
Sitting here wondering if you're looking at the same stars.
Waiting in the shadows.
Lost in paradox.
Paranoid, paralyzed.
frozen like the icicles hanging off the balcony.
Praying to a God he doesn't believe in.
Just wondering if he'll make it out of this.
whatever this is.
Fighting off the winter frost.
sleepless.
anxious.
out of words.
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