I harden when the cold world blows it's bitter air upon me, resonating cynical voices and sinister laughters whispering in the wind.
I gasify when the sun shines brilliant and gentle rays on me, reminding of beaming smiles and warm auras.
I melt when the humid rains sop up my already dense hair allowing me to see nothing but dark, recollections of lonely hot showers and others of sweaty not-so-lonely nights fill my mind.
And when I begin to linger on one of those memories, sometimes, I remember to say "this too shall pass" because this is simply, a change of state.
-Hanna Guzman (2020)
