I should have been a forest under the summer sun to you. I should have been an empty isle at the grocery store. The edges of a map. The hills stretching off into the distance. But I was none of those things to you. I was the threat of rain from an overcast sky. A swarm of uncomfortable numbers buzzing like insects around a page. A ever growing number of mice in a place that mice should not be.

Take my hand in yours, we’ll walk together through the world I want so desperately to be real turn corners past familiar street signs in the dim light of the moon the warmth of something that isn’t and never could be you know, the coldness in this world exists for a reason