My winter is over. Yours has begun. Goodbye. Goodbye.

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Reality is split between two panes but the fact is I doubt my reality. I believe I am a figment and a dream and a what if, not a what is. So I live my life like an ice cube in an ocean, floating, falling apart, coming together, but never coming near someone until I end up being the crunch between your teeth.

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After the nukes, the turkeys will be so much easier to catch, my dear.

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The snow falls in blanketing drifts, the sky is grey and white and the sun has gone away, but i my head, I know that someday soon, I'll hear cicadas and feel the warm summer air and the coldness of a beer in my grip.

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Sometimes dreams can make even a downward day seem like worth getting up for. Sometimes you don't dream of an event or something coming true, but instead, you dream of a feeling. Like opening a door and the person on the other side amazed and delighted that you are there. That you heard their psychic message. Maybe it's the look in someone's eyes that you dream about. Or the feeling that you've finally figured out what it's like to be home. It's why I slept a extra hour today, after all.

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Searched for magic words. A long time. Looked and looked. As a writer, I should know some magic words. But in the end, the only lesson I learned was that there are no fairy tales, pixie dust nor magic. Just ice in the air and pellets buffeting my windshield.

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Remember when waiting for the mailman was fun? When you got a toy or a magazine? Now there are bills. Letters from lawyers. And, yes, bills from lawyers.

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I woke up and for a second, I thought I was somewhere else, listened for the click click clack and then I was given silence. I was four minutes ahead of my alarm and part of me wanted to sleep some more and another part of me realized that if I woke up into reality again, it would be the last straw. So I put on my hoodie and walked into the cold until I faded into the fog.

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I invented mythologies for places I could not go. I imagined what they would be like inside, the wonders that would greet me. The people would say hello and everyone would know my name and I'd finally belong. And now, I pretend that that's my life. I walk around my home not in the reality that I exist in, but in the one that I hope lives somewhere else. The walls and the floor are cold here and you can hear the wind through the house and I'm so exhausted that I fall asleep before the bed even gets a chance to get warm.

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I knew I stopped caring when I didn't feel anything when I saw my comic books in the garbage. I'll know it gets worse when my toys are frosted over and discarded.

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Horses with lights coming from above the poles that hold them to the carousel. Tinsel wrapped around the tips of their manes and hooves bristling with glitter, held aloft between leaves made of metal and shiny wrapped foil, dancing with clowns and the lights that bubbled and breathe with water trapped inside them.

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Phillip K. Dick believed that time stopped in the first century and that everything thereafter was part of VALIS, a computer that created fictional realities, and that Nixon was the emperor of Rome. And once he lost contact with VALIS, he felt worse than death, like he was connected directly with God, and that once that connection was severed, his life was meaningless. They made a robot version of him in 2006 and it was lost on an airplane.

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It feels like the snow and ice and sleet and rain have always been here now. I look outside and see whiteness and grayness and the colors blur into one muddy dirty snowy filthy haze of 20% warm grey, like a $4 Prismacolor held under my nose until my mind shorted out for a second.

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