while i wait
the once a sturdy wall reveals fissures of time. one could ask why. the futility of the question glares. the gray sun rises once a day gloaming through these slits, along with a frigid breeze and that same sound. i am frozen. where was it you last felt this way, and how long did it last? you needed sleep but none was to be had. only a strange comfort in the tears you let fall in a lie.