Winter's chill had no affect today on my frost-bit bones. My guest dropped in again to traverse my path today, and whisper its perverse words into my ears as my blasphemous stride moved the earth backward under my heavy footsteps. My heart drug from unstruck chords like a ghost ship's anchor across the seemingly droll terrain. Out and about, call after call, all a monotinous twister that spun the hands of time with unimaginable slowness. It was all routine to lead me to the long and winding road, and to my door which disobeys time. All a facade to get me back to solitude.
maddy:
hmmmm 