the cold comes first; bone-chilling, mind-numb
ing, injecting itself into your veins and lacing
them with creeping tendrils of ice. almost to
o cold to be true, yet all too real. then come
s the suffocating fog, and the snow, the smal
lest of flakes that are too dry to be anything
but a dream - though it's hard to tell if they'r
e actually cold, or if it's just an illusion from
the chill of your numb skin, warm enough to
feel only the pain - everywhere and nowhere
at once, because you know it shouldhurt, bu
t you're too numb for your brain to figure out
where. finally, the revelation; you're suppose
d to be on a plane in the sky, and you can't
even remember why.
ing, injecting itself into your veins and lacing
them with creeping tendrils of ice. almost to
o cold to be true, yet all too real. then come
s the suffocating fog, and the snow, the smal
lest of flakes that are too dry to be anything
but a dream - though it's hard to tell if they'r
e actually cold, or if it's just an illusion from
the chill of your numb skin, warm enough to
feel only the pain - everywhere and nowhere
at once, because you know it shouldhurt, bu
t you're too numb for your brain to figure out
where. finally, the revelation; you're suppose
d to be on a plane in the sky, and you can't
even remember why.
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