It's hard to write when I'm content.
I need to feel pulled apart,
From all that is around me.
That's when I see best.

Layer upon layer,
Everything they think I am,
Falls away.
Oz unveiled.

There you are,
The real you.
The only One you'll ever know,
And hope to truly love.

We sit quietly and watch.
The snow falls,
A steady constant,
Like the world around us.

Trees standing, waiting...
And the forever sky sees all.

I realize I am all of that,
Every ice crystal,
Sun ray,
Even every person.

We are everything,
Through and through.
A resonating white noise,
Heard over,
And over,
And over,

Only stopping,
When you busy yourself,
Or so it seems...

Genevieve Wolfrum
December 5, 2010
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