Old bones make new homes for creatures unknown.

Loving as though I would never have to think of another and thinking like I've never been around anyone else. Giving up friends was my own decision and it was only because you were an addiction. A habit that I still can't break. You're bad for me and I'm the only one who knows for sure. "How do you feel about me?" Questions that I should never answer. With every word I say the more I feel and the more I feel the less I will eventually do about it. Oh, how you've ruined me. Oh, how you've helped me find myself.

There was a week the snow demanded we stay inside. Frozen fingers cured by a wood stove and by cigarette smoke. The gray skies were refreshing at first until your mind mimicked the color. Lifeless and sloth. When it becomes a burden to deny your muscles movement, only a few options remain during a blizzard. It was springtime in certain ways.

Some days the clocks move the opposite way depending on her mood. She could never control the amount of time she needed. Just the objects that measured how long she had been lost. 4 am had always come much too quickly when she left for work. I always tried to be conscious to see her off and help her stop crying. Absence makes the heart grow weaker and the absence of sleep did the same to her emotions. All that is remembered for sure is the rustle of winter coats, wet skin, nausea, and ice crunching beneath boots. Could I have expected I would have ever appreciated sadness?