My fingers touched the snow
Fresh and stiff. yet to see the sun
Through two pairs of gloves
I shifted into the masses
Parting its walls at will
Reaching deep inside
Yet it seemed foreign
I could not feel the cold
Only touch
I’m always quick to put
Thick layers over the skin that
aches the most
It gets hard to enjoy;
The sun shining off its surface
How sharp your breaths become
the crackle against your coat
When you wrap yourself
In coats and blankets and excuses
how long have you been waiting?
Only to hide behind polyester and nylon
only to sigh when it dosent seem the same
as when you were a kid
and your nose was runny and your fingers ached
and you stayed out there until
the shivering became too much
but your older now
Better just stay indoors
Keep near the heater
Stay warm and
Dread the cold
I remember the sound of the ice cream man coming.
I remember once losing my nickle in the grass before he made it to my house.
I remember that life was just as serious then as it is now.
-Joe Brainard
"She'd seen them them all before, those faces. She knew them all, knew the sound of their voices, sounds mired in human emotions, sounds clear and pure with thought, and sounds wavering in that chasm between the two. Is this, she wondered, my legacy? And one day I'll be just one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder."
-Steven Erikson
"Kallor said: 'I walked this land when the T'lan Imass were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong. I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents, and sat alone upon tall thrones. Do you grasp the meaning of this?'
'Yes,' said Caladan Brood, 'you never learn.'"
-Steven Erikson
Ive got nothing to say. Ive spent too much time in front of digital screens. Watching sitcoms and dramas and movies so bad we couldn’t help but laugh. Holding onto dirty cups filled with ice and not enough coke. Frozen by the stimulation. My soul glazing over. Just sit and watch a while. I doubt you will have any desire to leave.
