winter in june.

I am proud and gleeful and young and aching.

My bones are strong but sometimes they feel like dust. It breaks me sometimes to feel as if I've seen so much, when this whole life my eyes have barely been open.

I'm afraid of tomorrow, so I embrace it with my eyes shut.
It's just like jumping into icy water, in somehow No matter how tight you endure your top eyelashes intertwining with your lower eyelashes and clinging to each other as you close your eyes..

and, and, and, No matter how well you allow your nostrils to constrict under your fingers,
you still know just of the cold that is coming fast.

I'm so sick of feeling cold.