Watching the snow fall like dust while trying to write poetry on crinkled paper.
A swipe of the thumb, hastily stuffing the words out of sight, the pencil marks smear.
5 minutes later and the white paper is the color of dingy light bulbs about to burn out, now spattered with soggy dots of melting snowflakes.
How long can you stare at a page? How long will it take for the answer to crawl out? Where is the answer? How long is a minute, an hour, a second? The space in between hello and goodbye? Does it matter? Can you tell the difference when you're walking out the door, blinking blindly, feeling like you can't figure out where you're going and you have to keep walking because if you don't, you'll never end up anywhere?
-written by me on January 5th, 2010-