waiting for a winter wonderland is like
waking up covered in permanent marker and
nothing makes sense
and nothing is legible.
i'm not sure why my anticipation is so
huge but
it's looming like
that time when i
waited for days for a glimpse of some
magical empowerment and
you gave so freely
be me
and you'll understand where
thoughts like these come from.
until then, though, relish the fact that you
do not live in my brain and
do not, in fact, have to deal with my
rants and raves on a regular basis.
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