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Dwindling through the air. I am not convinced it's fair. From whence comes this cold icy wind? Ignorance; frigidly frozen. In aftermath, my vision I'll rescind. The glassy path I haven't chosen. The past winter my friend. In the avalanche I stand. Buried alive in bone shattering cold. My visage, your opinions unfold. Why can't you see eye to eye. Why is it that you presume I lie? The frost frankly freezes friendship over. When the thaw sets in - blooms the clover. I am master of cold, but I bring only heat My soul not sold, but you see what you need There is nothing I can do, leader of men. I conjure my cue, my mind is zen
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
A flake in isolation 05/03/2019
Dwindling through the air. I am not convinced it's fair. From whence comes this cold icy wind? Ignorance; frigidly frozen. In aftermath, my vision I'll rescind. The glassy path I haven't chosen. The past winter my friend. In the avalanche I stand. Buried alive in bone shattering cold. My visage, your opinions unfold. Why can't you see eye to eye. Why is it that you presume I lie? The frost frankly freezes friendship over. When the thaw sets in - blooms the clover. I am master of cold, but I bring only heat My soul not sold, but you see what you need There is nothing I can do, leader of men. I conjure my cue, my mind is zen
I woke up from a dream about being buried in snow and slowly freezing to death whilst on a winter holiday. That very same day I experienced disproportionate feelings of loneliness and disconnect, due to things that I've realized to be objectively true. In spite of it all, I still felt zen.
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
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