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.
