Jan 13

December 30th

Winter has just now begun,
but my salad tasted of the
sunny depths of summer - 
those shadows can't be seen.

Somehow every day my
bed becomes a little
rougher and my
mind longs for sleep.

(Though I
still find myself 
in the middle of the night.)

The skin covering
my legs & arms has become
rough and tired. This is
the weather, or something else?

And the tree outside my
window has been trapped in ice
for two days now, casting a deep & dark
everlasting shadow into my room.