Freezing.

Getting lost in the permafrost, the landscape is seeming so bleak. Wandering for days, skin blistered from the rays, days turning into weeks.

Snow reflections, false projections, my eyes cant stop leaking. Mind deteriorate, chemicals fluctuate, hightened senses peaking.

Tides of snow, knowing where to go, with no sense of direction. Trees blending, the horizon mending, the mother in need of correction.