Lately, I’ve been rising from the bed, a heaviness having settled over me like a second skin. I navigate my days, as I have for countless before me. I'm drawn to routine, usually invigorated by its rhythm. Yet, this one weighs heavily upon me, an unshakable burden. It feels like confinement, an entrapment. Like I’m stuck. Like there’s no way out. But I laugh because of course there’s a way out.
In Winter, I die
In Winter, I die
In Winter, I die
Lately, I’ve been rising from the bed, a heaviness having settled over me like a second skin. I navigate my days, as I have for countless before me. I'm drawn to routine, usually invigorated by its rhythm. Yet, this one weighs heavily upon me, an unshakable burden. It feels like confinement, an entrapment. Like I’m stuck. Like there’s no way out. But I laugh because of course there’s a way out.