Holding conversations across the room
and talking below a whisper.

The snow will soon come and cover up everything you know.
A blanket of blank.

Boredom.
Insomnia.
Winter.
The frozen lake should drown me.


Seeing the day in full.
From start to finish.

Whoa. It just so happened I quit this thing this time last year.

Welcome back.

This feels more secret than others.