Closing these windows that blow stinging cold winds of fear and dread
I beg myself to feel warmer
I tell myself to stay here longer
farther than the longest past
I have known my desires
and deliberately failed at keeping up with them
For if i were to ever meet them i would die from happiness
and all those dreams would remain no more themselves:dreams.
Even as I write this for me,
I notice my feet and hands frozen in spears of angst.