i am in no mood. for this right now. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, LIFE.
we're slaves to heat, we melt and moan as the temperature soars. but the cold we have some control over.
i love the cold.
it jolts me,
forces me to breath.
and each breath is sharp as it trickles down my throat, nicking my windpipe, cutting my lungs.
finally settling into a static pool of ice next to my warm, hollow heart. the electricity is tangible in the air around me and it crackles and explodes in frozen fireworks as i walk through it, urging me to walk faster. i admire the upside down trees and their black-inked roots that leak towards the sky, forming cracks in the otherwise perfect blue.
i've been walking more and farther away.
and i'm losing the simple skills of basic communication. i can't remember when and how it's appropriate to respond to someone who's talking to me. and i don't want to stop laughing. and i don't want to talk to you.
i bought stockings.