I woke up to a voice who said I had been dreaming...

And I missed....

I missed everything.

Oh heaven please help me from falling back again.

In hibernation, a century of loneliness.

So I stay at home in my own world.

And I kiss it all goodbye.

Life never seemed so elegant but so trite.

No love, no loss, there is only air.

I feel no pain there is only here.

But this shall be the end of endless sleep.

I must stay awake.

I only want to hear and see what I see.

Why is this all that I can hold in my hands?

All these phrases and voices buried in snow