I sit alone in a sea of sheets
I’ve been here before; both alone and with you
The sheets are different now; colder.
The ice inside of me is so powerful that it makes this queen-sized bed a glacier
I work to bring the glacier sun: exercise, writing, socialization… what more does it need?
It won’t melt.
It’s winter and the sun isn’t as strong and I struggle with a heart covered in ice.
It’s hard to breathe when you’re this cold.
It takes the effort of a million men to inhale… exhale… inhale… relax…
I can’t do it. I need more sun. It won’t be around for quite some time. I remember last year was the same.
Winter is cold; it’s dark and the life outside has died.
I’m cold; I’m dark and the life inside has died.