On One Hand

November 22, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 5:05 pm

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. Pale, bloodless white skin and reddened eyes, swollen with disappointment. Unshaven, crude dark stubble standing out unkempt. Hardly the beacon of youthful charm I’d hoped to be. Hardly the beacon of life and hope and friendship and all the happy things I wanted.

Outside the night is glowing, white with city lights reflecting back down on on the world from far, far up high in the depths of the sky, by a million snowflakes working their way downward. They’re slowly drifting down to cover a sad Earth with a blanket of ashy forgetfulness, wiping the world clean, clean and white, white and cold.


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