The cold in my bones reflects that of my heart.
The paralyzing timidity that incloses around me.
The feel of being seen by people as something insignificant.
I don't want to appear translucent.
I was to wear my scars on my arms with pride.
Not the pride of someone who appears to have things together.
But the pride of one, whom, after all is yet stripped away, has the courage to look up, smile and say quietly: "I survived".

And I write this with my eyes closed. Chicago, a snow globe around me.
The cold seeping into my feet from the draft.

Oh February, with your worn out people, tired from your cruel winter.
Riding trains to get back home. Trudging through endless amounts of snow.
And we laugh at the importance of our unimportant lives.
A bitter laugh, like the wind.


  1. thought provoking. I like it.

  2. I love this! you're an awesome writer :)

  3. Ooh, I love this post. You are such a poet, Jillian.

    I like the new template. It's different, but different does not necessarily mean deficient.

  4. and by the way, that photo is stellar. yours?

  5. February is my favorite month. Although I do have a GREAT bias since it is MY birthday in 3 days :D

    But anyway I LOVE THIS POST. It's quite beautiful! I am very glad you shared it with all of us :)

    Sorry i haven't been posting or commenting for that matter but I hope all is well and that you have a great February :)

  6. love the blog

    from http://islandfoglifter.blogspot.com/

    sam aka: samantha :)


"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.