Apr. 4th, 2004
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Apr. 4th, 2004 08:38 pmand i sit here writing, typing these words. and my fingers dance across the keyboard as the snow dances down from the sky. the refrigerator hums a quiet lullaby. and it is peaceful here. small paper birds littering the landscape. will they fly or melt with the snow? it's all just too much to know. and it is solemn here. rolling down the slippery slope. finding nothing more than hope. and it is tired here. twirling in the forever dance. never brave enough to take the chance. and it is quiet here. the music of the silence plays. how many days till the end of days?