Now is the winter of my discontent.
The frightful magnificence of this wintry season has disguised and cloaked the contents of my mind and heart in glacial sheet. Frozen, addled and lulled, made inert. Forms made insubstantial. No, maybe they are just formless substances. Like ideas and passion that have yet to crystalize. But they feel so tangible. If I dig a bit more, I can grab this something and bring it back to life. If I can find just one content that will spark up and propel me forward...
... Then it comes to me. A truth. My truth. But it neither sparks nor propels. It truly is the winter of discontent: I need my friends more than they need me.
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It's been almost three weeks since I wrote what I did above. And it depressed me too much that I didn't publish it. But I'm gonna publish it today (2/21/11). Because once I let this depressing truth out, it'll be like I'm taking out trash. I don't want to look it anymore. I want to replace it with a different truth.
