Snow melting on a window.
Frozen ground, frozen heart.
Art falling out of its frame as I tumble down, down, down.
Golden hair everywhere, arms splayed open like the angel of death.
I exhale, and can feel the breath being sucked out of me by the trees, craving any bit of carbon dioxide they can salvage.
A thin layer of frost covers the grass. Tendrils upon tendrils of interlacing threads weave together to create a pattern. The lacy dress of a snow queen trembles with the heat.
Falling off the edge sometimes.
Trying to balance on this tipping world, but tumbling,
tumbling down onto the
harsh solid ground.
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Cas! .
Small town guy with big dreams.
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