flint

eventually that day will come. i know it will.

the question is not if. but when.

that unknowing is what leaves me cold.

is there time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse?

if i race against winter i can break through to spring.

if. so when?

beyond the ice and the fire, where do i run?

i don’t want to be frozen.

i don’t want to need to be numb.

let’s be done with games, mind.

let’s just be done.