so that's it.

the worst is over,

and the even worse has finally begun.
is that real?
i think so.
every day is somehow still the worst day.
over and out and upside down, it's always more.
yeah.
and that includes today-

that's it, duders.

under the cover of a fresh discomforting comforter of blanketed snowfall,

the woodsly goodness is on mute.

...sounds good to me,

but then,

i can't hear anything out there except the tiny tinkling crystals that are drifting 

down and out from the grey ceiling that seems to get lower with every glimpse.

like an orchestra of chimes and triangles in miniature, 

each one pealing it's own uniquely unappealing song at the same time as it's peers.

awwwwwwwwwww.

anyway, it's still pretty flippin' quiet, neighbors.

and that means that the early morning wide-awake-up-call of stomach and headaches

and their ensuing gutwrench alarms is overloud between my ears.

uh-huh.

that's foreground noise, my ninjas.

and it's loud, and hard, and stale for lack of fresh and refreshing fundamental feelings.

what?

oh, i was just saying i can't sleep.

that's all.

no big news, really.

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it's all really happening, kids.

nothing can stop that.

just remember,

without the bitter,

the sweet's just not as sweet;

never quiet, never soft.....