Tundra from Boréal by FAKE OFF

I’m so tired of blinking.
I feel sick of hearing my thoughts.
A desert-like self-expression.
The spiral of sunless days.
The experience of silence.
A spotless mind as vital as breathing.
Wars, desolation, weariness…
A millstone for unique distraction.
A poignant scene of defeat.
I look the ice, I see my brain.
I’m matching loneliness to be at peace with time.
I wish I hadn’t known this past.
It burnt me and pelted my heart.
Sunshine is the expanse of a former life.
I would have been sharper than the Fredvang and Skottinden.
To be the king of my kingdom.
Or I may very well be an animal.
Taking the tundra as my winter home.
I would have thought nothing can break the ice.
But the more northerly I walk, the thinner the shell is.

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