February 27, 1999
Today the second last before march which quickly slides into spring through summer
without the blink of an eye, and then back to cold dreary winter. I don’t think I shall survive one
more winter. I don’t think I can handle one more frozen December (don’t think I want to) blasting through my
bones hurtling my mind into corners I run from, cupboards I am scared to open, drawers
I can never clean out, can never reclaim, moving from house to house always trying to
outrun the ghosts that chase me so mercilessly, painfully reproaching me, approaching me,
following me from inside, trying to get out, peering out through my eyes,
I look in the mirror, and do not know who I am.
Another Winter
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