These dark days came without snow and all I had was a memory of never-resting wind as I walked down the alley day after day. I looked for something warm to shiver under. Because the cold finds a way past everything. Into the snarl and snap of morning voices. There is no quiet. Silence rolled up its tatami long ago with a sigh-o-nara, suckers. Shattered time, space, and eternity with one small phrase. Which was fine by me. I never looked for a place in eternity. Cold, black, and too damned infinite. Nothing to scrape your knuckles or stub your toe on. Just the blustering whip of nothing cracking against forever.
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