And just as the season changes; so does she. As the sun goes down mid day, so do her thoughts. Her emotions are raw and brisk, just as the wind in the night. She applies layers to herself, as if she were going into a blizzard. But this isn’t a bundling up that you can see. She builds thick walls to protect herself from more than the cold. Darkness seeps in and covers her. She is consumed by her despair and she remains frozen.
this winter will be not be easy it’s only 35 degrees and i can’t even make the trip out to my car the cold air tastes like regret and it freezes in my lungs and i’m having trouble breathing i’m having trouble breathing and all i’m seeing is black and all i’m hearing is laughter that’s not my own and i’ve been home now for hours and i still feel the chill in my bones i will never be warm i will never be warm