My ramblings....

November

I saw that someone had their Christmas tree up and I wondered, "How long does it take for someone to get lit in this town?"
Various nuances aside, it was the basic possibility in question that came to surface that evening
That in clouds and cold and grey, one can never look up to some sort of sunshine, so how does one ever reach the potential of glowing?
Or being illuminated
There always seems to be that 'trapped below water' feeling here and I don't know if I'm correct in assuming, but everyone seems to feel it
And one always gets that impression of forgery if you get anything else

By this time I realized I had nearly slowed to a stop beneath a lamp post. Sometimes I like to let the light reinvent my shadowed sight, rather than fully accepting when the cold had ripped the pores of my coat and sweater and undershirt and skin with it's slender fingers and is running them down my delicate spine.

All the people here wonder, "How long does it take for someone to go crazy in this town?"

I can't take large doses of these people. They look at me like I'm an addict and I look at them like their inane, when we both know inside ourselves (and not that deep either) that we're quite the opposite. I know that they dive into filthy proportions and they know that I am insignificant still. Still insignificant, they've passed me before.

The snow isn't soft, but spread thin and harsh and whisped across the pavement. You can barely tell sidewalk from road and everyone seems to be okay with this. Earlier I saw lights on and I glanced in just to let my eyes rest upon something warm. I could live vicariously through that couch or through that hardwood floor. I wonder, "How long does it take for someone to heat up in this town?"

posted by Unknown @ 2:06 PM