Onto the Nothing

Nov.5.09

7:35am

I love the way the silence creeps down and covers the poorly washed tiles and the grey cobwebs with a sense of tranquility and solitude.

I love the way the cold freshness stings my lungs as my fingers redden with numbness.

I love the way the orange and pink disperse, coloring the nothing that surrounds me for just a split second.

And then,

... the day begins.

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