I am drinking red wine in the pitch black dark of my room, in hopes of becoming warm again
I am not like you Minnesotans
my toes freeze quickly they numb until it hurts and I can’t feel them
so I soak my feet in warm water after two miles in -7 degrees
warm, give me warmth
i may have my red wine
i may have my warm blankets
But within this frozen tundra– is the absence of my most genuine expression.
After yoga, after meditation,I realized life is always bitter sweet,
And maybe i am intended to be endlessly creating myself.
Even if it drains me