Journal Entry 2-10-22

Winter light. Sun covered by clouds. Only ice sheets of streets shine. They glimmer in frozen rain. It is dark.

These weeks of darkness. Make us hollow inside. Trying to fill the void, we sleep like bears in the forest. Under blankets. A pillow softens our dreams. Dreams fueled by wine and cough suppressant. Snoring away the days.

Next month is March. The sun will flirt with us. Dancing in the sky. Moving east to west. It’s all an illusion. Earth does not stand still. And, the winter light does not last but for a season.

I’m ready for a Guinness.

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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