Face the Wind

it’s so cold i can barely keep my eyes open but at the same time i can’t let them drift closed my leg won’t stop bouncing like a broken elevator pureeing everyone inside smashing them against the walls. an infant’s head rolls to a stop on the frozen floor. no motivation. it took my half an hour just to make a sandwich. it would be easier to just starve. and i can’t shake these chills running along my spine and across my arms snaking across my skin like a spiderweb of thin ice. i just want to sleep but at the same time i don’t want to miss a second everyone faces the wind eventually.