winter
the dreary days have stopped along with the growth of my hair. i am at a stand still listening to my own breathing. everyday i go through the motions and with each step i feel heavier. a tiny puncture in my sack let some out but stupidly not thinking about the future i quickly repaired it and kept on walking and kept on adding some more weight. i feel like taking a knife and ripping a huge wound in it, purging. i want to be lighter, i want to float away into the heavens. but my head has already been lost to the clouds, for now, i'll keep my feet on the ground.