Winter shows up like an ex
Holds you accountable to your own breath
Entices you to abandon the rest and surrender to the
Nonstop
Interrogation before
The rooftop conversation and although you
Fell from such a steep height, we
All know too well to
License your wings flight, to
Lend your judgment faith, to
See what you can save when you believe
All seasons are the same, all
Passions can be tamed, and
All the gray is to blame for your
Radical change. So
This is how it falls apart, this
Is how breakdowns start
This is when you know you need to draw the line, but you
Can’t see past the shrine
Ornamented with images of your own face, scraps of your
Memories held in perfect place and
Each time you wake, you neglect to take a moment to
See the unique beauty in silence, don’t
Try to deny this.
On a day like today, birthed all in
Gray, will you stop and say NO to that
Ex or
To your frosted breath and
Head toward the rest or do you
Encourage your own death? Before the
Rain arrives

I like I like. There is much beauty in silence indeed.

As the natives say it's a good day to die. As another friend says, it's a better day to live. It's all good!

you do not need to die
for
reincarnation

(((myanimalc)))