icecream brain

maybe we're all the melting rate of a sundae left in the hot sun.

i certainly feel like i've been abandoned under the harmful rays of Lady Sol.

it's not fun.

it's unforgiving.

i could certainly use the reprieve.

but to refreeze me is to reshape me in unpleasant ways.

when i get to a livable temperature, i won't be the smooth surface you first saw me as.

i'll be gross, 

and weird.

curdled.

wrong.