Frosted Glass
By birksy
Hand flat against the frozen pane, take it away, it's all still there, and I can't see the outside, though the bright sun pressures in, and I wonder what I can do to change things. Walk around the simple furniture I feel caged, though less like a lion than an elephant, just want to make new memories, build on what I have. So I'm back at the window, so sorry for myself, breathing heavy through anxiety, and then... it slowly thaws, the frost on the glass, first a small patch, and then I see that it was not the sun at all that shone, it was you. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 10:37 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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