won't worry. nothing is changing until march. move forward in the false knowledge of homeostasis. happy and smiling - enjoying everything on offer with few cares in sight. but of course things change. march is too far away to wrap the comfort of ignorance tightly around, a blanket shielding from the icy gusts. gusts that cut right to the core, shake the new found of serenity so recently found. how to achieve seismic retrofit.
haunted by shadows i can't see. tossing and turning unable to find peaceful reprieve. trying to get away from a bogeyman who's never really there. never there because my bogeyman is the vastness of emptiness. again and again everyone is just more than an arms reach away.
another wet shoulder, it's my own. silk blouse tear stained. searching for another shoulder that can bear this salt water. but my bogeyman takes his place closely by my side, pushing away those that care because the burden is too much to share.
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