White morning with the snow still up for grabs a window away. My fingers still are hypothermic. I have this sense of urgency to sleep all day for reason none other than being lazy. Listening to music as per usual, eating unhealthy, heavy on calories, carbohydrate-driven pastes. Eggs are a giveaway, protein to nurture my strength. The glowing power of growing. My humble abode is still in a laughable mess. I need to stay away from you. You are part of the reason for treason. Treasons for no reason. The reason for no reason. Lazy without a cause. It's time for all the wrong reasons.
Dark, darker, darkest, there is no difference. All hurts the same. Pain, everlasting, lingering. Pain, day and night. The hours are uncertain. Anything can happen now. Thinking about it hurts. Truth is unreliable. The romance is dead. My heart, it is lost. Unrecoverable, hateful, distrusting. Wishful, perhaps, but I have lost everything before and survived still. This one was special. So special. Embittered, the tip of my tongue tastes. The flavour of my life. Cuisine of kitchens unwanted. It burns, to the heart. I do not understand. I do not understand.