Watching Through Frosted Windows

Walking through an icicle forest, touching it's brevity in sights of melting drops, falling to the ground. Coldness surrounding visions, giving them crystal-clear clarity as I watch them slowly thaw in thought. Feeling the aloofness keep me just out of reach of another's touch. Reality watching through frosted windows of winter's solace, taking the time needed to continue withdrawing from life's edges and falling asleep in an icicle tomb deep in an interior icicle forest of bluened crystals, forming around my heart. Taking me firmly and gently into depths of winter snowdrifts.