until this cold ends, and the spring comes again, and until the flowers bloom again.

Friday, April 6, 2018

it's rare that I find myself alone in the house; in fact I can't remember the last time that happened. I don't know what to do with myself so I sit in the empty silent house staring into space. it's eight a.m. and the day has barely started. I make myself a cup of tea, just for something to do, but don't drink it. I realized I've been holding my breath and I exhale.
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