past freed from icy embraces, the world is thrown open. but i've fallen away, am closing in on myself, hiding from the sun and grass, leaves and wind. is it just that i'm done with this place, ready to move on, to move back, to hurry the impending changes? once a decision is made, it saps my will. patience, apparently, isn't one of my virtues. 140608
dafremen You are part of a much larger decision to withdraw. You are the wild herds of buffalo disappearing from the plains to run one by one in another field far from that does not exist, but seems pleasant enough to each and all of us. You are freedom become accustomed to her chains, having adapted. You are the spirit of humanity with a cigarette burn in your cheek. 140608
what's it to you?
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