snowy skies

grandma's ceylon

heavy whispers hanging in the air, a rapid sensation like no other
hot coco to bear my pain, the weakness to this isolated world
we sunk into the blanket after exhausting the fun our little playground had. a sober touch, delicate as it was. you wondered if angels like yourself were moonlike. radiant enough to free yourself of your shadow.
i sit up.
only to realize the lost definition of yours.