soft scuffles, flurry into the frigid temps
the white frozen crystals cascade silently
opaque grey skies bellow in furry
spitting more cold as my feet tread
haphazardly, the cold bites my lungs
I run, breathing heavily
treading thick footfalls and smiling earnestly
whipping through trees, toppling over rocks
today I drove to the mountainside
knowing quite well a blizzard was brewing
distinctively reflecting the recklessness inside of me
but this was something which I love to do
to feel my heart beating and my body competing
against the coldness blown my nature
a hint of carelessness sometimes brings out
the best in me,
thick hat and slimming tights
yak tracks to keep my shoes from slipping
skirting around fallen logs and hearing
the crackle of frozen river beds
the sun simply glowing upon the snow beds
as I made my way around the mountain bend
golden light melted, filtered through the
pine leaves, stifling sweetness
with that of the coldness
I couldn't feel my cheeks and my toes
were growing numb,
yet I am much too used to that now
my thighs were beginning to burn
and ice kissed along my exposed neck
there hasn't been anyone to do that lately
I could see my breath puff out in front of me
reminding me that I am still very much living
it's not me and my head anymore
its me and the mountain, running without
no apparent reason,
other than to feel loved
by that of the intimate curves
and the treading of my
sore feet

I consume the daily bouts
Collective hours spent
Immersed in poetry
scrolling through memory
Images of such beauty
sneak peek in someone else's dream
lost behind words
stuck behind layers of clothes
Concealing that screaming part of me
it all builds
until that sweet spot flickers on
in that pool of artistic insanity
I follow the tug
to the stench of turpentine
and glisten of hues
I can feel it as I speak
that urge to spill
every part of me

those songs are always about somebody else

I've told myself not to be so worrisome

that life is what happens when I am not
paying attention

the dirt underneath my fingernails

the way my hair flutters in the breeze

the avalanche tumbling thousand of miles away

the laughter bellowing in an empty stairway

the shudder of breath upon a doorstep

the clicking of keyboards in another's bedroom

the realization dawned that time, that emotion, that next day

is irreversible

is irreplaceable

single,
a troublesome definition
dumbfounded by it's lack
of conviction
single,
a single note harrowing
in an extravagant orchestra
a single notion
caught staring across the room
a single spoonful
of sugar in tea
a single stitch
in a new dancing queen
a single detail
swimming in overwhelming
distractions,
it's beautiful to me
you see,
single**

a single person
is living and breathing
somewhere on this globe
all there needs to be
is a single moment
a glitch in time,
a space reservation
to say hello