Ice Cold

There’s ice on your roots. The place where your heart grows must be cold. I understand. I come from such a place as well. A place so cold that icicles grow like daggers into our brains. The leaves never change. They all fall down and fade away. The stones are the only ones that grow and grow they must. We murder our dreams and use their bodies as mortar for our castles of pain.

Even the dust is soon swept away. We’re too full of pride to live on the alternate side. Locking our hearts in boxes that come with signs; “CAUTION DO NOT OPEN”. More afraid of what’s inside than outside, we stare out, never venturing a guess of what might be, could be…

…more.

I saw a man climb to the top. Only to jump down from the fire above. I didn’t see his body hit the ground, but I watched his soul burn alive. His silent screams echo in my memory. I stuff it down deep. “CAUTION DO NOT OPEN”

I watched a woman who never slept, sleep. Only to wake up and find out she’s lost it all. She never talked about what she had until it was all gone. From a distance, I watched her. In the end, she died, empty and alone… With a smile on her face.

Scattered thoughts. I park them like cars in the garage of my mind. Simple solutions for a simple mind in a complicated world. A single solution is that all is divine. Today even at it’s highest point in the sky, the shining sun is still as low as it ever will be.

Even so low, she still shines. Warms my heart. Boils my blood. Melting the ice that has protected my roots through the cold night. Down into the gutter it goes. Washing away the tears of yesterday. Bringing today’s paradise to light.

12-21-2019

The Time Traveler