Time to myself
a chance to breathe and rest my legs
under the stress, the heat index
from inside my 3 shirts
a cold, busy day
two hours from being over
let's push it back to three
keep up the consistency
I was running around so fast, so much
talking like I wasn't an introvert
looking people in the eye
when the time for dialogue approaches
instead of staring at my feet like I would if I was skating
I've grown a lot but in more ways than one I haven't grown up at all
Apologies, my inner monologue slipped out
I've been avoiding thinking
knowing once I've started
I couldn't run away
that the adrenaline I maintained
would start to wane
while gazing at the snow outside the window pane
plain as day, the sun shining should signal good luck to come
maybe the weather will let up a little
making the ice turn brittle
hopefully bring a measure of warmth
or grant me the ability to grow polar fur
if...