blurry

i walk, and i walk, then i walk some more. the monologues in my head get shorter and shorter. sometimes they fade away completely. my first month of life here was so fast. it slowly creeps quieter... i must not let it. i can't let winter take it. i blink and my hair grows longer. the days get shorter. i wake up in my apartment and i'm cold. i've never been cold before. i didn't even know it was possible. i step outside of a movie theatre and i forget where i am for a minute. i measure weeks by wednesdays. and there is so much and so little that i must do. its too rainy to go out exploring. much too rainy...