My So-Called Life XVI

It’s a slow day. After weeks of rain, we finally have a revitalising, but beating hot sun coming out of its blanket of condensed water.

It’s funny that I stumble on trying to write about my somewhat normal, mundane weeks. It’s almost like I’m expecting a period of melancholy.

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still

there’s a reason why i’m quiet.

it’s cold

it’s 10 degrees below freezing, at least in my own skin.
toes feel numb.
heart feels frozen.
mind is arrested.
not even this weather can defrost me.
not even if i’d become half baked.
eyes becoming crystal ice.
teeth becoming decalcified.
words stopping abruptly before completing a word.
not even the warmest embrace.
not even you.

wood

three splinters since i started this job.

most timber spikes i’ve had stuck under my skin for my past 21 years.

fucking inefficient broom.