Friday, December 14, 2012

Day 349/366

I wish it didn't feel so much like home. It's got that same feeling of that couch you can't part with or those loose t-shirts you sleep in. They know your story and they've seen you at your worst. And yet, you go back to them, and they take you.

The Universe is laughing, for it followed you down to the red oak tree. It stood in the mist, hearing the playful giggles and watching the silhouetted figures grab each other in the cold, sipping away at a bottle of wine. Slowly, hand in hand, they walked down the woods, into the winding path ahead of them. 

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