Its Sunday and the snow has slowed life down
the sink is sometimes dirtier than the dishes in it
so I clean and make note of the foot prints i've left on my floor after I went out to clean off my car for an attempt at driving in an hour
I had a horrible dream last night, In my dream, I was moving to another state and you weren't coming with me
as I was on the run for committing a crime
you know dreams
I kept asking in my dream what about Kathie , What about Kathie
when love echoes into the subconscious it grows and makes it home in the marrow of ones heart
in the storms that are hidden behind my eyes
you are always there making snow angels and beckoning me to enjoy grace and be human once again
thank you
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