Temperature differences make us feel alive
somehow getting feedback from the world.
I am not afraid anymore
at least not right now.
Charging ahead to the water
it might not be as cold as you feared.
Feeling the wind touch your body
and you get strength from being strong.
It may take years, it may take months
who are you to say to me when I feel.
And who am I to say it to you.
It asks no time
and it might not be given it.
Crashing, burning, freezing
into the void.
Will the blackness by sunrise
reveal a land beautiful fertile.
At least I’ve lived.