Written on 10/26/21 

Living, at the moment, feels like standing outside in October night with only a tank top and shorts to protect you from that bitterness the wind brings on its tounge- snuffing out the summers warmth and gentle hope. 

It feels like jumping into a freezing cold pool long before you feel up to such a thing, long before the sun wakes itself to warm it for you. You must, instead, take the plunge and endeavor to warm it yourself. You must generate heat faster than the heartless morning can steal it from you. 

How does one manage such an impossible task of heating that pool that our thoughts swim in? That infinite place filled with infinite cold and no known sun coming with such ferver to make everything better? 

I do not know how those warriors do it
But to be honest
I always preferred lukewarm water.