Wisdom show thy self

I'm coldWhat has happened?Life was so full, now left to ruble.Icy stings surround all conscience.Confused by its simplicity.Soft bristles caress my cheek,covering sight so completely.Cowering to an entity not seen.Liquid corrupts senses not explained yet welcomed all the same.Stinging as it descends but to where?Pretending is such an easy thing to do as no one truly knows the reality.Such secrecy necessary for survival.But grown tiredno longer wishing to [...]