breaking out of mono

the cold was less of an issue when I was a child
I spent hours outside throwing snowballs with bare hands

but now I cope with it……because my colorful world has collapsed into the skeleton of a black & white narrative of comfort and discomfort

I am no longer mesmerized
no longer enchanted by the qualia of the “elements”

things have faded into the background of familiarity
the details no longer have a hold on my fancy
my senses grew dull:
attending more to the dichromatic echochamber within
than to the qualia-bow without

I lost touch/trust

to reconnect I use the sensations (memories) triggered by the elements

I feel


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