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"@Roxy Impelheart":/2002178#comment_8016395
So do I.
_It's cold out. Too cold for the insects. Too cold for the birds. Too cold for me._
_I stay anyway._
_Some would call this silence deafening. I find it peaceful. It's a strange kind of tranquility, like the calm before a storm, or the silence of a forest just before a predator pounces._
_It's like something terrible is about to happen. The feeling of inevitable, unavoidable doom is inescapable._
_But no matter how long I linger, it never does. I simply sit here, alone. Without words to say or company to keep._
_It's comfortable, but it does make me wonder... how long will I have to keep waiting?_
So do I.
_It's cold out. Too cold for the insects. Too cold for the birds. Too cold for me._
_I stay anyway._
_Some would call this silence deafening. I find it peaceful. It's a strange kind of tranquility, like the calm before a storm, or the silence of a forest just before a predator pounces._
_It's like something terrible is about to happen. The feeling of inevitable, unavoidable doom is inescapable._
_But no matter how long I linger, it never does. I simply sit here, alone. Without words to say or company to keep._
_It's comfortable, but it does make me wonder... how long will I have to keep waiting?_