One winter seems to last for years in places like this.
Grey skies touching grey ground
Days into nights and nights into days
until the landscape itself
becomes neutrally indifferent.
Days into nights and nights into days
until the landscape itself
becomes neutrally indifferent.
How restless it is to remain awake
as the earth sleeps below us.
How easy it is to turn into ourselves
and think too hard for too long
until we too, become indifferent.
I refuse to become indifferent.
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