So I've been scattered as usual and haven't sat down to write in ages. Mostly out of fear that I would have nothing to write. I don't know what it is but I've been so bored with the idea of writing and of trying to restart the creative ideas, there just didn't seem to be any point in trying to do something that seemed imossible. I'm still waiting to finalize all the plans for moving and for having a job there, and I'm really hoping that it'll happen pretty damn soon. I'm hoping the desire to only spend 2/3 more years in Canada will help me to try and actually get something out there and read and maybe even published.
Grey ice crept along the window pane, coiling around the palm pressed against it. The coldness of it barely seeping through her thin skin. With a quick intake of breath she withdrew her hand and shuffled along the sill. The snow that had fallen earlier was still clinging to the branches of the willows in the courtyard, blanketing such a horrible night in pure beauty. The quiet grace of the night was what made her waver, a slight moment of hesitiation before she chose. With her steel grey eyes locked on the ice slicked pavement below she dangled her foot in the open air. All she had to do was take one more step and everything would be beautiful once again. One last time, she whispered. The frozen night air blanketing her fatal fall.
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