My Sadness blankets me, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
Like a duvet, a snowfall quilt covering the dips and troughs of the day.
All I see is numbness stretching across to the horizon.
I stumble through the drift, wading across this unfeeling, unaware of what is beneath
Sometimes ankle deep, sometimes I tumble into a crevasse and am wholly swallowed up.
It is lonely.
It is cold.