Take my sun-kissed palms and hope for winter. I never liked the heat anyways. I’d rather be in the dark, because that’s where I build great things. I like to search for them blindly because I know they’ll always find me. Close my eyes. Close my eyes. Close my eyes. Shaking in the corner of my room where the base boards meet the vent. The shadows crawl in between each thought- begging to feel warmth from the furnace. I give into no such thing. I freeze my mind like permanence. I let these things suffer for the sake of being. And I know I need to break ground in order to rebuild. You find truth in recognizing that hero’s only save themselves. These are the dark spots that you see when you stare at the sun for too long. These are the sinking heartbeats that fill your body when you stand to close to the edge. These are the slamming doors that leave you in complete darkness. I felt them bury me in summer heat. I always knew that the sun could never love me like the moon. I take my tired hands and drop the weight of it all beneath me. Take my sun-kissed palms and hope for winter. -AMT