the tempature outside is currently reading at one degree.
it will probably get colder as the night progresses.
still, i am listless and stir crazy.
i am bundling up.
i am going for a walk.
i dont really have a place to go.
just somewhere thats not here.
someplace away from this silent apartment
full of ghosts, memories, and the
dreaded reality of aloneness.
i will surely freeze out there.
people dont go for walks when its this cold.
at least people from the desert don't.
you go out if you have to.
for only as long as you have to.
and i suppose that, in a sense, i do have to.
i can't stay in here any more.
i can no longer just sit and look at my silent phone.
wondering, always wondering, if she will call.
if we can talk, work all this out.
no, she is gone. gone forever.
and all this, this stuff, her stuff
that still resides here
its not a friend.
i've got to get out of here
because i can't get her out of me
i have got to get away.
so, now in my thickest winter coat, two sweaters and thick socks i find my keys
turn out the lights
take a deep breath
and pray
that the cold
will kill my soul's bacteria
before it kills me.
7:06 p.m. - 2007-01-13
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