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Feeling the driveFeeling alive.
Feeling the Drive.
I feel the heat, trickle down my skin
I feel the rain misting through me. Beautiful and still possessive of my every move, clinging in a way it has no right to.
Shall I move slowly letting the mists ensnare me? Like Snow White in her crystal coffin.
When all I want is to be free! Free of the trapping I find cleverly working around me.
When I want to run wildly though my thoughts?
I will have to dry off and be freed of what I have been quoted to love.
How shall I?
How indeed, shall I be warm and dry? Free oh and free! But long for what held me closer than anything has before?
Took a walkTook a walk in history Darling, and I was warm.
Danced through Rembrandt and Vermeer and I was cozy.
I gulped tea.
Darling, today was a nice day.
I went back to everyday and Darling, it was cold.
Went for a walk under 6k lights and, Darling it was cold.
The wind whipped, and the banter was evenly matched, but, Darling I was cold.
I walked quick, and Darling it was not enough.
I came up to my empty room.
I pulled off pants
My legs still felt the chill.
The shirt I wore all day had the winter beaten into it.
So I peeled off the shirt and Darling I was still cold.
So I put on layers, gowns, shifts, robes, underwear of varying lengths.
Oh but Darling I was so cold with layers and blankets and I though maybe today, maybe today I would freeze and be no more.
But Then Darling, I thought of you.
And I wasn't warm
I was well heated, over heated even.
So I tore at my layers and blankets
And I was cozy again.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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