a boy walked onto the earth
on the anniversary of innocence
the sun was falling behind the tallest building
his toes crinkled inwards
as the fire drew away
it was no different than any other day
despite the indifference
despite the repeated callings
despite the shortening hours
the warmth was calling from within
but the ice seemed to beckon as well
so he took off his shoes
and stuck his toes into the snow
the cold became something
after feeling like an emptiness
the cold turned to pain
and he closed his eyes tightly
the cold made his eyes water
it spread throughout his body
shooting lightning through his skin
he lifted up his arms
or felt them lifted above
it was nothing but painless needles in the air
the fire started burning again
he grabbed onto maturity
and bellowed towards the sinking light