Don't go North, they'd say

your bears are sleeping

you'll get down and won't get up

till snowdrops

But I want to read a book in hygge

and learn the art of cinnamon rolls

Yet here I am

fighting the pace of winter

 

 

 

Exhaustion sure opens up

gates to worlds beyond one's mind

It's gripping there, you can't hold on

Bypassing structures you dive in

aligned and helpless, and unclothed

Your shoes are dangling from the sky

your time's a fog, your eyes - a guillotine