i said so little.
days were short.

short days.
short nights.
short years.
i said so little.
i couldn't keep up.

my heart grew weary
from joy,
despair,
ardor,
hope.

the jaws of leviathan
were closing upon me.
naked, i lay on the shores
of desert islands.
the white whale of the world
hauled me down to its pit.

and now I don't know
what in all that was real.

don't your heart beat for a car crash, for a summer storm?
don't these winters fill you with stockholm summer syndrome?