Mist

Misty mornings.... I love the haze... I love the way it feels as if the clouds are walking here on land... curious fluffy eyes trying to fathom the strange ways of our world....Cold cozy fingers try to touch me through the windows... Icy cold... yet deliciously so... Winter us finally settling... The ground's a soft blanket made of snow...  Seeing the snowflakes... All of them perfectly hexagonal... Yet differ with such delicate intricacies... Makes me want to meet the snow queen... Lovely lady... I feel... Dressed in blue gowns... and glass slippers bringing winter to the world...

Curtain Call

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Curtain call... I draw a curtain on myself... I break all my ties... natural or otherwise... I'm officially ending the cause for all my pain... Happiness is an illusion... The world is colorless I have to bring the color in my own life now... I have to fend for myself...  This little tubes and tins of paint are my life now... It feels safe and homely... In this little cottage... I shut myself from the world... And live for myself alone... Only myself... I'm done with the world and its futile connections and attractions... Felt like bondage... Before I saw only the claret of blood... Now I only see the claret of wine... Sumptuous wine...