9.02.2009

May St North. 400

Morning addressed silence with a slow drawn gust of air,

Blue skies awaited peace like a Chicago winter awaits the mood of a new season.

The vibrancy of a virgin day arose to its feet,

waking me from subconscious reality, a private world inhibited only by the symphony of my own sound.

My dreams are my only traveling companion from the outer world into the world inside my bedroom window.

I celebrate my independence like two love struck lovers would,

while the other half of me hides form the acknowledgement that solitude isn't always bliss....

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