I’m choking on the familiar cold in the air.. My lungs are beginning to shrink with every new breath I take.. I feel the tingling of the frost beginning in my fingers.. And I’m afraid.. Something I know so much of.., yet not enough knowledge could jump start my mind into the painful realization that I’m drowning.. Drowning in the sea and sun.. The water is suffocating but I see nothing but ice above me.. Preventing me from taking another fresh breath of a beautiful nothing called air.. And at that moment I begin to sink.. But I know the sun will melt the ice and I’ll be able to fill my lungs once again..But for now I’ll just lay in the water.. Watching as the days pass me on.. And watch as the ice only grows stronger.., because it has to get worse before it gets better… Right?
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So we’ve been told. And most things do get worse before they get better. But they do get better
On a different note, your title totally made me smile. (And think of Annie)