your voice travelled through a tunnel
and made its way into my ear
memories flushed my brain
until they grew cold enough for me to freeze
and feel stuck in place
simply disappear
the moon smiled at me
and I could hear it chuckle afterwards
but another foot of snow fall
couldn't make me any more numb
the melancholy makes the air reek
my nostrils burn, taking it in
and I've become physically weak
I've shattered and rebuilt
and been broken again
into smaller fragments
it gets better, it gets better
up until the next knock out, next time
all I need is a spare moment to...