February 14, 2009...9:46 pm

Exile

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I am going skiing in the morning. A week of white wonderful snow. Just a focus on the next turn, the next life, the next run. Focus on the glowing white. White. White. White. Snow is white, white and wonderful and cold. Banishing the woes that fill my head. Banishing it all to a miserable grave. Banishment, that is where I am going. Exile to the wonderful white. I will be back next week. I have much to say, much to say and think. Things are bad, but, but if I write it, if I write it its real and then I have to commit to the awful path, the awful path that is consuming me. I am banishing myself and my parents worry. This time last year will pass me by. It will as I am in exile.

Last Line…

I have a house, have a house for next year. Look I have commited myself to a future. But if I was to break away, I would not know as I would be gone. Exile. Just the housemates to sort out the mess it would leave.

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