Frozen tears,

Will too one day,

Find freedom, and ...

Wish I could,

Just for today,

Lose myself, ...

Scared.

Both of us.

One imagined. ...

Faceless,

Nameless,

Feeling out of place. ...

Rope, wood, snow.

Strangers.

Worlds apart. ...

Strange,

How the same thing,

Can feel magical, ...

The good old days,

When phones were fixed,

And people, ...

Black or white?

Smooth, bright, shiny.

Or, ...

Horizontal, or vertical.

Short, or long.

Higher, or lower. ...

A hazy stack of wisdom.

Stretching like an empty

Highway, to infinity. ...

Frozen tears,

Painted on nature’s young.

No different than, ...

Symmetrical and congruent,

Yet hazy.

How life should be, ...

Like society,

Nature is also closed.

The sun’s sparkling winks, ...

Streaked in tears,

On a grey, windy day.

But don’t worry. ...

Old, used,

A bit of rust, yet classy.

Beauty, from a generation, ...

Today feels strange.

Don’t know why.

Maybe full moon, or ...

Tomorrow,

I’ll run through you,

Bundled up, ...

Thriving, on wood,

Or surviving,

On hard, cold, stone. ...

Dangling icicles,

On a blue-skied, sunny day.

A few melt quickly. ...

Can’t stop,

Staring at her.

Fallen...