*an apology to those who live/d in the real gulag, you know, I know sheesh, oh well.
There is almost nothing as cheerless as knowing that you are trapped by the
frozen feelings that pervade like the icicles that drop occasionally from my
roof like great falls of ancient ice down into the white miasma that covers
everything as I want to run away out into the gray and flounder as I find
myself lost out there in this winter wonderland.... but it feels like a gulag.
There is almost nothing as cheerless as knowing that you are trapped by the
frozen feelings that pervade like the icicles that drop occasionally from my
roof like great falls of ancient ice down into the white miasma that covers
everything as I want to run away out into the gray and flounder as I find
myself lost out there in this winter wonderland.... but it feels like a gulag.
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