why is winter so hard, so shallow, so freezing?
why are my fingertips freezing, why are my limbs blue?
why can’t I defrost?
my tears freeze, the frost bites me, where is the sun when you beg for her? where is the rest when you crave it?
why is the desert so warm, so barren, so dry?
why doesn’t life grow here, why are the nights so cold?
why do I hate the sun, then pray for her to come?
why does she never come when I ask?
why don’t sunny days last?
why is time a figment, a creation, but a reality?
why does it only go, not like a remote, why can’t you pause, fast forward and rewind?
why can’t I get the warm nights back,
the breezy days, time, my friend.
why does time abandon me when I need him most?
why is he so fleeting?
why am I stuck in between the shadows of hell?
nothing makes sense, not even sense itself.