THE UNREASONABLE COLD

and your ghost and you.

it's unreal

the movements forward are masked by the thick heavy right now-

which feels like the devil is blowing on my bones.

making them rattle

alone

but walking through a million particles

that fly in the air.

and did you know that when we shift

we part them?

millions of particles

reflected and changed

through even the smallest of movements.

i think of them constantly.

but here i am,

i have been.

and i believe that i would feel deserted 

if you stopped haunting me.

empty hearted,

empty handed,

i can always take solace

i can find deep appreciation

for all the millions of movements i am creating,

that are born of my own action.

my shiver, my shake, my rattle, my twitch.

even though it is

accompanied by your ghost and you.

image by andrea heimer