cold. rain. snow. nearly spring and we've got snow.
i want to be warm again. that really so much to ask? for a little warmth? a shirt, sweater, socks, and being wrapped in this blanket doesn't seem to be helping me in any way whatsoever. but then again it wouldn't, would it--

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hot cocoa. coffee. chai, oh god. chai. just the thought of drinking a cup...not that it changes much, when she's sitting trapped within these walls. you might say she is sitting on the inside, looking out of this window. i'd say these walls set her outside of You--separating her from Them, and she's looking into the World, and what You are
from this window.
that's all she has. at least until something, or someone....

she remembered something yesterday, after You left--insufficience.

a lesson she learned long ago. can you even begin to imagine what it's like for her to know she is, and likely always will be, insufficient. not only for one person, or another, or this part in the grandeur, to execute her role in Act IV Scene II of Life. but generally inadequate.

and there's nothing she can do about it.

she set this knowledge aside, for the sake of what she needed. wanted. and You--

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if i could be anything ...if for only one moment

They say these are the best years of our lives
and They wonder why i come off as a skeptic



just imagine...