Frozen

It was always never easy; who ever said that is was? When the hour is upon you, and you felt the beauty all around you suddenly fades, you begin to numb. You begin to lose your place: everything passes you by.

You are at a place you know nothing about, without knowing how you got there. In silence, you screamed and laughed at the mystery of it all. You are broken and frozen in history. How could it have happened? You were stripped of the memories of yesterdays, but you know that they were all that you have.

And then you begin to question whether you are still real or but an illusion. You are getting colder.