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Why can't I seem to say no?  Why do I have no sense of moderation? I have more projects than South Central, and yet I keep taking on more.  Worse, I keep inventing more.  Why is that?  Why do I have such a hard time with simply sitting still, or perhaps taking a nap or reading a few chapters in a book? Perhaps it's some form of OCD.  The problem is that I feel the mountain getting heavier, and I am directly underneath it.  Every time I lighten the load, I end up tacking on more to the top. Maybe it's just the season.  I hate Christmas...

We've tried to work things out This endless argument runs in circles The same words, the same hurt Today we called a truce but like a last rose before winter, we both know what's coming Frost coats your gaze, and a fridged wind trails your kisses making me long for the deep sleep of the bear but this slumber won't be broken by the trickle of the changing season So I'll savor this rose like a photograph, capturing the delicate petals of our temporary peace because that's how I choose to remember this moment before the withering sprinkles the earth with the end of it all.

Empty eyes like dirty glass see nothing beyond the window of immediacy. And yet one smile from her will break the gloom like dawn spilling across a murky sky, casting the fires of youth once again beyond those panes. Eyes reaching out for the warmth of recognition, he longs for the intimate embrace of mind meeting mind in the flash of a gaze. With the tingling electricity of a first kiss between new lovers, his soul crosses the metaphysical, only to be crushed by the stinging slap of an eyelid closing like dirty glass that sees nothing beyond the window of immediacy.