you are the sky, but I am no more than a jumping fish.
I am caught in a frozen river
seperated from you by an unbreakable sheet of translucent ice only a centimeter thick!!!
I can see you, I want to breathe your fresh angelic winds, but I can't.
It hurts so much
forever drowning
I seem to flounder in vain.
The cold is numbing
like a sub-zero aneurism.
ice diamonds churning in my blood,
cut free of my flesh and scatter into the depths.
I reach an internal impasse.
will this kill me?
will I let it?
do I really have a choice?
to live or die are my only options!?
well to stop loving the sky is out of the question...
hmph, it's just as well
as long I keep saying "I love her"
the cracks in the ice
get bigger.
