The light was visible in the dark.
I could see the white asphalt
Beaming through the window.
I could make sense of the streets
And though it was more of night
I could still see clearly
It kept me uneasy.

Wrapped around my shoulders
Like a hug and a blanket
I stare into the white that bled through the window
I could not see the night.
The night didn't feel like night
The day didn't feel like day
The world became a little colder
With every step I take.

I chose to stand still this month,
And for some reason it made sense
To be slow and hunched forward
To no longer own any energy
To realize that my heart froze over
Unable to keep my thoughts warm.

And though that winter felt so long ago,
It is vivid
Like the painting of the white of the asphalt
Bleeding through the window.