alone

Sitting here alone, watching the traffic below. The late Autumn now a winter landscape; the world so white yet so cold to the touch........so very much like my heart. Would you believe me if I told you it was frozen long before the snow began to fall? Far below the blanket of white clouds, away from the sun.

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Then as I had sat there , I thought the last sentence (above) was quite lame, but could think of niter anything else or anything more to say. So I stood up, walked the length of the living room before finding myself perched at the dinning room window. Watching with disinterest the quail trot about and scavenge for seeds beneath the brush where snow had not touched the ground. My hand a began to tremble and my vision blurred, (but the hot air rising up from the heater at my feet would not let even a daring tear roll down my cheek) My tears welled up in my eyes, stinging and burning yet somehow cold as the glass at my finger tips (till thy ran dry). I cried until I couldn't any more. And for a reason I wasn't even all to sure of except that felt so very much alone. So cold, so empty, and my soul, so much in pain.