You are rough, jagged edges formed through tough action. Pressure and time, so it seems. Rugged and prime. A hush falls, and the cold stalls as you adopt the centigrade you call. You stare at me with wonder, eyes that incinerate yet I still wonder. I wander. You ain’t as complex as you seem, yet your complexity is enough to make question what I see. I relapse and seek a star amongst stars with no care to fall too far.
Them ones.
