Oh yes, you have transported me to that place, afraid and unable to process.

…my heart, but I was silent; I was still, like the frost that clung to the edges of the window pane. I clung to the edges of the window pane, wanting to melt into something new. Something like water or vapor. Something like a cloud or a river that would take me away — to a place that was not here, a moment that was not this. Yet this moment would persist, and take years for the thawing.
Tear Stained Window Pa(i)ne
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Micah Josiah
Wild Flower
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Jul 28, 2023
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Oh yes, you have transported me to that place, afraid and unable to process.
Find a fire nearby, I have found that helpful when the frost burns this way.
Peace to you
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Written by Wild Flower5.3K Followers
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Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.
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