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Winter taps at my door once again. The birds are headed south. I suppose it is south. Desolate whiteness will soon cover everything.

White stands for what? Peace. Prosperity. Don't make me laugh. It stands for utter, unspeakable loneliness. It stands for sheer cold. Cold that eats into your being.

Maybe times have changed. Maybe white is not what it used to be.

Maybe I am outdated.

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I hate winter with a passion. Did't even like it as a kid.
Anonymous said…
Hello, it's the anonymous from the levels and loneliness and such. sorry if i haven't been commenting..well..you probably don't remember me. but i guess i'll visit every once in a while. good posts here..however..do you ever feel like your 'forever alone?'..it's not so much as the matter of 'fitting in'..it's a feeling of not belonging..something is just missing.it's hard to describe..i always feel like i'm 'forever alone' in this universe.
Anonymous said…
I do remember you. You might have have noticed that once you comment on a post here, the next post usually contains a response. Anyway, that is a nice name: "levels of loneliness". That works out to LOL !

Thank you for commenting.

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