Of Winter Chronicles!


It's cold outside, winter is here. It's time to bring out the beenie hats, scarfs, and winter boots. You can still slay according to any weather but how do you keep warm inside. I saw a post of someone saying it's getting cold outside and that triggered me. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine. How does one survive the fine-white veil? Some wait for a season but our inner self lives the longest mouthful winter awe.

It got me thinking, how do people prepare to keep warm from the inside? Keep feelings pure and unclog hearts of all the hurt. Chase away bad monsters of anxiety and depression. With hearts like this - ice slides through her veins. How do you keep warm inside?

Social media leaves behind a chilling bite, fueling anxiety blasting through our fears. Like chips of memories rising in the abys of COVID 19, to confront or be confronted? The demons from under the bed are out to play. Energetic from frozen popsicles. And we're there like a drained mother trying to get them to sleep. But helplessness rise to the surface, of a person crushed by life. 

Karma betrays us! We have heard your tales and your fit for glory. What happened? But then again you're not to blame. Count too many demons, send him a therapist he has seen a lot. Of dealing with everyone's fucked up fate, it messes up the mind. Who keeps him warm when winter hits? The creature in the alien element of air.

Reflection in the mirror reeks pain and cold breeze through nostrils. A reminder the cold nights are here! By the time sun rays hover the edge of my lifeless body waiting for you to shine your light through me.

By the time he was awake, I was dying.

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