frosted heart

I can't remember what I was thinking about last night. Fantastical wanderings and abstract thoughts swirl a surreal realm of possibilities, as consciousness surrenders control.

All I remember is a feeling of white freedom, like a bird soaring through the icy planes of Antarctica. I fall asleep with the feeling of frosted joy, clinging peacefully to my heart.

2011-09-30
11:42 a.m.

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