The clock is changing a minute at a time. I daze and am weak in the mind. I close my eyes and let the shivers from the cold air outside my window travel the highway that is my spine. The words do not come, just little thoughts of mental conversation and floating melody. Utopian melodies that sweep your feet out from beneath you and send you too far off places. Far off places that lie closer than you think. Perhaps even behind mantelpiece photographs, or engraved in an aspen tree. You’ll never guess how much is in a picture until you look at the back of it.

I believe our perspectives are out of place. We do not conceive the same images in our minds that reality silently sings. I believe we are given eyes when we enter this world, much like the way we are given 3D glasses in the movies to see how “real” this show is. Oh geez, I’m still shivering. I shiver… A lot. I feel like running.

Bed.

All my words are asleep, I suppose that’s a hint?

You cannot make yourself over in a night. Love falls quickly, like rain drops from a tired cloud. The world has seen enough of heartache, don’t waste your time. Yet it is there, cold as , yet so startlingly beautiful.

               -Sam