Disconnect

On an ice float, things can seem so distant. A carnival on the mainland, just a speck of light to me. The music and the laughter, just my imagination.

The sounds and sights are in my head now, as I head towards a winter that shall give me shelter. It's darkness protects me from glaring scrutiny that I am subject to in the carnival of life.

Slowly, but steadily, the sounds of pounding drums decrease and are replaced by a comforting chill of solitude.The barren sea around me and the frozen world that surrounds me reflects the icy enclaves that have grown in my heart, untouched and no longer unraveled by emotions.

No longer watched, no longer questioned, no longer existing.