Sometimes I feel like a polar bear cub crawling out of a den where I've been asleep for months born blind and deaf into the dark and cold, when I emerge from the den everything is so beautiful and new, scary and cold, stumbling on my hardly used legs, still learning to walk opening my eyes for the first time.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like a polar bear cub crawling out of a den where I've been asleep for months born blind and deaf into the dark and cold, when I emerge from the den everything is so beautiful and new, scary and cold, stumbling on my hardly used legs, still learning to walk opening my eyes for the first time.