the water on your cheeks burns slowly, sinking through layers of well-spent moments damming up in puddles of despair forming waterfalls here and there freezing in the deeper parts where human heart should be, but no longer resides 'cause it has fled from avalanche snowstorms shaving past vast landscapes occupied by spirit's mates emotions taking shelter emotions helter skelter convinced its Armageddon getting down with logic confusing me, creating chaos by now the mates had gathered up in single file they stampede strongly, struggling through shortcuts of ill-spent weekends expanding in crammed up holes bursting out in shivers cold melting through the outer layer of my mask protecting us but cannot help to crack and tears start rolling.