Tag: spilled milk
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Comfort first, even if it is alone.
I have often opted for the desolate. Holding company with the universe alone. Never being great at truly relying. That nature was never nurtured. So I hold a distance. I find companions, but when I feel discomfort, or the time comes, I leave, bags never being unpacked. Some have lasted,…
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Running – Work – Reason
The snow. Something I ire until it arrives. Snow makes me wish I lived in the forest. Alone and unbothered. The city is nice, but it turns the gorgeous snow into MUCK. I found a neighborhood that is close to downtown but still a little quiet. I think the snow…