puff
a smoky cloud of condensation
the bells are ringing
timeless melody
sitting in the cold
waiting
for something better
but what you get
is something warmer
something older
something darker
a life lesson
that the inside and the outside
are at odds
are at war
and you are always stuck
between.
it's not better,
is it?
and
where do I go now?
the cold places of the earth
are nothing
without the people
that they isolate
from their emotions
their world
themselves.

TMK 1.25.2005