There’s so much cold and winter in your posts, he said. Almost everything in there is cold, sharp, nearly motionless. An unconscious way of expressing how I feel, I thought. You are…two. Two different beings. We are. I am inhabiting her as much as she is inhabiting me…living both of us at the edge where our lives are inseparably interconnected. Antagonistic and irreconcilably different. I don’t know if it’s me or her humming. The more we meet, my heart feels as if… I just sensed the sounds coming out, chasing down the husky voice whispering in I don’t know exactly whose ears. There are no longer words, but simply music. And lips, redder than any winter before. Thursday, February 9, 2012
winter stories
There’s so much cold and winter in your posts, he said. Almost everything in there is cold, sharp, nearly motionless. An unconscious way of expressing how I feel, I thought. You are…two. Two different beings. We are. I am inhabiting her as much as she is inhabiting me…living both of us at the edge where our lives are inseparably interconnected. Antagonistic and irreconcilably different. I don’t know if it’s me or her humming. The more we meet, my heart feels as if… I just sensed the sounds coming out, chasing down the husky voice whispering in I don’t know exactly whose ears. There are no longer words, but simply music. And lips, redder than any winter before. 
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