I sit alone in a sea of sheets

I’ve been here before; both alone and with you

The sheets are different now; colder.

The ice inside of me is so powerful that it makes this queen-sized bed a glacier

I work to bring the glacier sun: exercise, writing, socialization… what more does it need?

It won’t melt.

It’s winter and the sun isn’t as strong and I struggle with a heart covered in ice.

It’s hard to breathe when you’re this cold.

It takes the effort of a million men to inhale… exhale… inhale… relax…

I can’t do it. I need more sun. It won’t be around for quite some time. I remember last year was the same.

Winter is cold; it’s dark and the life outside has died.

I’m cold; I’m dark and the life inside has died.