Another Reality

Cold morning air

tugging at the rims of my eyes

as I look up into the empty streets.

Cold is encircling me,

my body feels twisted,

turned inside out,

like travelling to another reality.

Oh, how I wish

my brain was nestled

against the crook of your neck,

containing the endless throbbing,

so I can let my eyelids drop

without fear.

But the crystals of air

are cutting into my skin

as I ascend

to spend another day in dullness.