A coat my calling
the chill my incentive
the wind my coaxer
the sun my guide.
Yet the chill awakens me
incites my blood to riot
causes my body to shudder
refusing to move
Okay peoples, I'm depressed as of right this moment. I went outside in the freezing weather, with super high speed winds, not even wearing any shoes, to experience the feeling of chill and write a poem about it. The words came more easily than I've ever experienced and out came one of the best poems I've ever written. I pressed publish post and ran inside as fast as my frozen feet could carry me. But, much to my chagrin, horror, and broken-heartedness, it was all gone but the first two verses. A cry of "bad things!!!" (literally that's what I said) escaped me and then I just sat staring at a computer that refused to return to what I had created. So this my friends, is a beginning. The first two lines of an inspiration that just had gotten better and better as I continued. *crest-fallen sigh*. Anyway, enjoy a beginning. And perhaps, the next time the wind is roaring and the cold is creeping, you can finish it yourself.
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