The snow silences everything.
I walked,
nearly barefoot,
into the whited sepulchre
of my backyard this
evening.
And everything was white
and the same
and silent
like the
grave.
I hummed a low note
just to break the
silence.
Just to make
absolutely
sure I was not
in fact
already dead.
It was
almost
a perfect moment
of absolute oneness
and sameness
and purity.
And as I began to **** into the unbroken blanket of snow, I pondered
if we are not
destined
to break the silence.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
The snow silences everything.
I walked,
nearly barefoot,
into the whited sepulchre
of my backyard this
evening.
And everything was white
and the same
and silent
like the
grave.
I hummed a low note
just to break the
silence.
Just to make
absolutely
sure I was not
in fact
already dead.
It was
almost
a perfect moment
of absolute oneness
and sameness
and purity.
And as I began to **** into the unbroken blanket of snow, I pondered
if we are not
destined
to break the silence.
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