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Date Posted: Tue, Jan 17 2006, 2:15pm PST
Author: Aislinn
Subject: Your love is gonna drown..

I wish we could open our eyes,
To see in all directions at the same time.
Oh what a beautiful view,
If you were never aware of what was around you.
And it is true what you said,
That I live like a hermit in my own head.
But when the sun shines again,
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

She liked winter training. The cold froze her nearly to the core and she liked it the same way that she liked to take scalding showers that turned her skin red and set off the smoke alarm with all the fog and steam. She was strange that way, she liked things to the extreme. She loved gliding through icy waters, having a running nose and picking icy salt crystals out of her waist length blonde hair when she got out of the water. She loved the slow way that she unfroze, little by little, as she sat in the cafe, near the fireplace, with a warm Chai Latte, her favorite, curled up on a chair, observing the other people.

She had been trying her best to get her act together, but with the cold, less time on the beach and for running on the beach, fewer daylight hours, and no cups to piss in to make sure she was clean, she found herself lured into the night, into the dark, into the drugs. It was easy to put something in her body, up her nose, down her throat, and forget about all of the other shit for the night, and she usually put enough into herself that she could reasonably black out another whole day and night if she tried hard enough. It was nothing new, she had done it as a girl, she had quit for a couple of years, when she had been going hard, going pro, but the stalemate of the winter, of the ice and the snow, they drove her out of her mind. She was completely sober right now. She always managed to bring herself out of it enough for some light training, but she was out of shape and she did the winter surfs for the feeling, really, not the training.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound..

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