Aestivate, come alive when the snow spills,
Lonely footprints on a bed of blank,
Bleached chalk winter, freezing within,
Solitary language pours over the banks,
Whispers in the midst,
Shadows reflect the winter sun,
Casting moving objects to explore,
Fingertips enclose around a surface,
Watching.
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Personal experiences (Schizophreniac, if it sounds like im a whacko) comments welcome
