t's been an odd weekend.
emotionally drained.
I am unthawed,
I am waiting for the snow to melt and for the sun to reveal these shapes and thoughts for what they really are.
I am waiting for honesty to melt away and reveal the lies we tell ourselves.
I am wanting.
I am not better for having said no.
I am not despairaging against myself anymore than I despairage against you.
These things are not what makes us. We are not made to break or be broken.
I am unsure whether it's waxing artistic, or an encompassing cliche, whether I respect what I see as beauty, or scoff and strip it to it's barest beat.
On another note, things will be okay.
emotionally drained.
I am unthawed,
I am waiting for the snow to melt and for the sun to reveal these shapes and thoughts for what they really are.
I am waiting for honesty to melt away and reveal the lies we tell ourselves.
I am wanting.
I am not better for having said no.
I am not despairaging against myself anymore than I despairage against you.
These things are not what makes us. We are not made to break or be broken.
I am unsure whether it's waxing artistic, or an encompassing cliche, whether I respect what I see as beauty, or scoff and strip it to it's barest beat.
On another note, things will be okay.
zappagonzo:
I do hope things will be OK for you. 
aaardvark:
You were supposed to come over this past wekend. Yet you did not reply to any of my phone calls. A simple I cannot make it would have sufficed. Maybe tuesday I'll see you.