I’m lying here with the chill march air seeping out of the already tightly shut windows, frosting up the metal sides. The grey illuminates through the slits of the blinds, leaving everything in this room as stale as the sound of all the books left unopened.
The snow was once wonderful, but now it just seems to linger, hardening and icing over, the crunch of salt and slow rhythmic beats of heels crunching and scraping the ground, making trails throughout campus, never looking up to see new eyes.
I’m trapped in this winter wonderland of icyhot lungs and frozen stars, and all of the work I promised I’d commit to- slipping through my fingers as fast as the rain from last fall.
I am uninterested and unmotivated.
I find education and learning within people, I find discovery and excitement within conversation
I am so privileged yet so aloof
What if spring comes, as sweet and innocent as it had been just last year
But i’ll be left behind
unable to thaw