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.