winter dries out my skin. it dries out my soul too. sometimes, i am so brittle i break in the wind.
i wait to trip, carefully counting stairs, watching steps; it only happens when i forget. you cannot skip if you are afraid to fall.
winter dries out my skin. it dries out my soul too. sometimes, i am so brittle i break in the wind.
i wait to trip, carefully counting stairs, watching steps; it only happens when i forget. you cannot skip if you are afraid to fall.
Flannery Quinn 