menthols.

six | drag

in its warmth dances an icy wisp, something that burns, it's so cold.
though it numbs everything and shelters the world from ordinary view, great sorrows hide within.
it pulls people down and holds them below the surface.
everything is blurry, out of focus and simply forgettable.
recovering, resurfacing from the drag becomes a whole new feat.
revealing the truth and washing away the lies we so easily accept.
for a moment, it's blissful.
god, it's so amazingly distracting.
today marks two years since he was taken.
today marks three years since i found out exactly how i would end.