Whistle

Five paragraphs is an essay. I went to my xanga and wrote an essay about how wretched i feel. Then i published it under private because theres only one person i will ever show it to, and she has enough to deal with without worrying about my insanity. I am leaving insanity tracks all over the internet.

The wind whistled past the window,
singing a strange song of calm under the silhouettes of twilight.
Wet, cold rain that once ran down old pipes and over grassy knolls,
follow new paths,
dancing with the idiosyncrasies life lays out without our permission.
It is a ritual of havoc,
laying, hidden,
among the shadow of calm that gives life its luster t.v. shows preach.