Deep Cold
Cold. Cold and want warm. Deep down warmth. Not this outer body warmth because my core is frozen. Frozen. Frozen, but I can still move. But its slow. Why did I leave the warmth of Portland? Following…Following this guy here wasn’t good. All the promises of place to live – lies. Lies. Lies is part of life. Most lies I can live with. Most lies that don’t effect the body. These lies, the lies that harm the body or shatter the mind are too much. They’re too much now. Now I just want warmth. If not in body then in mind. The mind warm I miss. I miss and felt last in Portland. Not here. Nyc feels cold. Cold deep. Down deep.