Many people suffer from SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder. This piece was written last winter on my take of what it feels like when the warm days are over and everything feels a whole lot colder, including myself.
A Familiar Cold Sting
with the adherence and poise of Alice as she paints her
garden of white roses red.
I cannot shake this feeling that I am dying with the
tiny crack, blowing kisses directly to my bones so often I
become fearful that I may completely freeze over before I
feel the warmth of the sun again.
I will stay in bed for weeks, convincing myself that the seasons will never change inside my bedroom.