The space between my fingers to my heart is greater than
the distance between the cliff and the waves.
I feel so d i s j o i n t e d.
Is there a word for this? I guess I could consider it a curse.
When I tell myself not to write.
                                              -coldness
Wh­en I look at the sky and back at equations.
                                              -coldness
When I'm running out of time.
                                              -coldness

**­Soon, I'll get hypothermia from sadness.