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[sid] => 80702
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Red Lights and Stop Signs
[time] => 2005-01-20 11:45:24
[hometext] => A bit of prose. I'd much appreciate comments so I know what I need to improve on.
[bodytext] => The whispering chants of the heater ceased. You constantly turn mine off in the morning before I’m prepared to have it shut off. You do it because you know I’m unable to dispute with you while sleep is taking shelter within me. So now I can hear the whirl of the fan that I must have on. Something about the noise pacifies. Perhaps that’s only me. You walked towards me, carried that glass of water you brought with you so you could make sure I took those unbearable antidepressants. If only you understood how much I despised them. How heartrending it is to be weighed down by the baby drama as I feel my sanity seeping back into my body, flowing through my veins, making me whole again. I reached across what seemed like the universe, and flipped the switch to the heater back on. I shoved my head underneath the blankets, pushed myself against the bed and pillows. Placing my feet upon the cold, wooden floor would mean killing sleep and facing the dawn. There are some mornings when even I couldn’t cope with the monstrosities that laid ahead. But slowly, I rose from my asylum, dressed my somnolent body and dragged my feet out the door. My breath took shape as I exhaled. I gripped the gray, cracked leather steering wheel, which was so cold that my hands felt like they were on fire, and I cursed. (I blame Hypnos for stealing my peaceful sleeping habits). There wasn't much gas in the tank. But I drove. Purposefully ignoring the orange and pink tinged palette of the sky. Unaware of how the colors bled together, how the dark morning clouds melted into the sun that was barely peeking above the horizon. Sleepy eyes tell no secrets, show no emotions, and burn at the sight of red lights and stop signs. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 61 [informant] => avriljunkie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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