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I heard a knock on the door, and sat quietly for a moment, waiting to hear it again. Did I just imagine it, or did it really happen? My hands poised above the keyboard, music paused, head cocked, listening.
cool
It's a little too cool for comfort this morning. A little bit of heater, a little bit of gas stove. Winter can be mild, cool, not cold, but comfortable, like this morning, as I sit in front of the fire.
responsibility
Ouch. Like a curse. Responsibility keeps circling around. Every little thing I do. Tightening its hold on my minutes and clenching the muscles in my neck. I look to the trees and and the ocean. I need an escape.
musical
Music and melody Swirling and climbing Up and down Winding through the atmosphere Free yet structured Keeping us together
odds
Odds are, if you're reading this, you've never had to sleep on the street in winter. Odds are, you have a favorite caffeinated drink. Odds are, you enjoy words.
cabin
This room is small, and though I'm surrounded by life, I feel alone. It's like a cabin in the woods; the birds and bugs fly around, the neighbors drive past, but it's just me here. Quiet, and still.
collar
His collar was tall and starched, even though that wasn't very fashionable anymore. His posture matched the collar, very upright, almost arrogant in its insistence. He looked at me with defiance in his eyes and I slowly turned and walked away.
beehive
The backyard used to buzz with millions of vibrations, and I would need to brush away bees from my pathway as I approached. The beehive was stately and strong, promising flavor and community and eternal reproduction, but they've all all gone now...
hinge
Back and forth, To and fro, I'm not sure which way to go. The door swings shut, I say 'oh no!' I open it Cuz this I know...
fences
Fences surround that part of my mind Gatekeeping and protecting So strong that I can't enter And nothing can exit The tension keeps me here.
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