Cold and Alone

I want to stop. My eyes are hot. These salty liquid things will not stop flowing. Drowning my house, with the little red window.

I want to shout. Push my dreams away. These voices I hear just wouldn’t stop. Deafening my ears, freezing my heart.

I want to float. Lose my grip and fall. These earthy things wont tie me down. Pushing me off, the deep end of you.