Parallel Parking on an Iceberg

Dear Atmospheric Moisture,

The night you were snow; solo scared but forged to find my refuge, warmth and...welcome...I wasn't alone that night, yet now I feel I was more alone then. My realization that this wasn't for me, that I must be independant and better than this. You always lose me in misty memories that haven't any meaning besides my stupidity and saddness. So cold.

With love from the inner city bathroom. . .