So far this year, nothing terrible has happened. But I still put up my guard because the winter doesn't treat me very well. Or maybe it's just my own lack of year end closure from another twelve months spent putting off the few things that'll shape me into a decent human being. Because we're all snowed in for a quarter of the year, I've got so much to think about because I haven't left my home, and now my home feels more like an overnight sentence casting me off into a monochrome world that I don't understand. I guess it just comes with the territory. And maybe it's just January talking, but it feels like the Midwest is taking everything from me. When December rolls around I think about the time I almost died, and I think of those of whom who did not survive. And I think of those of whom I hadn't seen since I had something more to offer than trivial complaints of weather and complacency and the lack of will to persevere because I've barely left my home. And now my home feels more like an overnight sentence casting me off into monochrome worlds that I don't understand. And when that gray-scale city melts I'll take some solace in knowing that I've got more places to go. I've got a one way road, I've got a distant town, I've got some floors that I can sleep on. But most of all, I still have a home, even when it feels like those walls are closing in, I'll ride my bike and I'll head for the hills. I'll find someone to talk to, I'll a find a distraction from this monochrome world that I don't understand.
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