" hot cold "

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the first nice flurries began to waft gently down from the skies around 4am, just as the radiator began to sputter and hiss. all the flakes swept across eaves, through branches kissing the exposed brambles, and down to the concrete.

my eyes were wide open, body overheated, and mind racing. everything was lovely and amazing in separate parts, but all together created a confusingly, achingly beautiful insomnia.

and i could not tell if i was in love with it all, or wished it to stand facing the corner with both arms out until i said it was okay to drop them.

tonight's homework:

match your sense of tenacity and creativity to your levels of procrastination and laziness. eat something sweet somewhere in the middle, because everyone deserves a treat for merely making an effort.

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