I woke up today hearing the sound of the ice crack.
I knew to get out.
I knew to run to something nonexistant.
Just sit.. and wait for it to happen.
On that horizon of blinding white.
It would have been better if I had a soulmate there to hear the guitar in my head.
She could have sang along.
If she was on that frozen dock,
if she existed.
As the sun rose,
the world exploded in violent diamond dust and an end to something familiar.
First you heard it, then it ran to you.
A perfect flaw in the ice lake.
Desperate rumbling and eager cracks stampeding to you,
like a charging horde of hungry demons.
Fear not.
You're invincible so long as your feet are on solid ground.
Why then- was I standing on the ice.
With a sledge hammer.
Half a mile out.
Screaming silent orchestrations of my madness-
the sound echoing from every hill and sheet of ice.
Ice that folded under me after that
one
determined
blow.
Here and now... I'm all that is.
As the cold lovingly enfolds my heart.
As my lungs drink the crisp seductive waters.
As I catch the last illusion of the sun shining through my diamond prison.
