The Cold

I have heard it before How can anyone Stand this cold! The biting, searing Of the lungs The frosty breath You watch escape you Like a piece of soul Removed with each breath Another layer of cold hits Looking down in shivers At the mountain Of choices ahead. Where do I go Each path steeper And more dangerous Than the next How I love to ski! How I miss it.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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