I tell her the world looks like Siberia, the snow falls and falls. Silence accompanied by crackling static on the other end, she mumbles some things and I barely hear or understand what is being said - perhaps because I’m drunk. A pleasant conversation, it seems, I might have had with myself - or nobody at all; imaginary friends in imaginary places.
And the snow falls.
A friend of mine told me this weekend he wants to kill himself.
Happy Holidays.
5 comments:
Happy holidays, hermes.
Gads, this time of the year is a real ass kicker...
Grab a case of 211 and start writing! I miss your prose!
Nothing since before X-Mas?? C'mon!! I'm jonesin' for a hit!!
haha. happy holidays indeed
he there
i retired from obscurity and went back to the old piranha blog.
it's www.mjamani.blogspot.com
from now on...
i am tired of heart wrench but it just seems that i cant help seeking life at the edge
it s a mess sometimes
but you should keep writing man.
i cant believe you dont.
do a girl a favor!
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