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[NMW] Burnout
by FaoSark
Crafter
a month ago
An unnatural step forward — and with indifferent ease fall muzzle-first into the snow.
An hour, another — a white, cold blanket, slowly descending from the sky, wraps in silence.
Cold to the point of pain. Warmth has already left the body. Only indifference remains.
Nothing matters. The eyes can close, consciousness allowed to drift away.
A day, two — a thick, heavy layer of snow seems almost to warm. Beneath its weight, the fingers no longer obey.
Is anything of the body still there? Cold becomes eternity; lying still is as natural as snow.
A month. The second. The third. The blanket melts.
All around, something like meaning returns. Everything stirs back to life. It moves, it breathes.
No breathing.
Is there any meaning in it at all?
Cold.
Very cold.
And still — indifferent.
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Siberian winter, emotional burnout… that feeling of wanting to just fall into the snow and "whatever will be, will be"… there’s something alluring about it.
Much time has passed, life has changed many times, and I have burned out again and find myself recalling that alluring desire — this piece is -partly- dedicated to it.
Ingrid_skogstad illustrated my idea warmer (and it turned out just as well), and also introduced me to a beautiful song that became my painkiller. — Tear It Apart by :Of The Wand And The Moon:
An hour, another — a white, cold blanket, slowly descending from the sky, wraps in silence.
Cold to the point of pain. Warmth has already left the body. Only indifference remains.
Nothing matters. The eyes can close, consciousness allowed to drift away.
A day, two — a thick, heavy layer of snow seems almost to warm. Beneath its weight, the fingers no longer obey.
Is anything of the body still there? Cold becomes eternity; lying still is as natural as snow.
A month. The second. The third. The blanket melts.
All around, something like meaning returns. Everything stirs back to life. It moves, it breathes.
No breathing.
Is there any meaning in it at all?
Cold.
Very cold.
And still — indifferent.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Siberian winter, emotional burnout… that feeling of wanting to just fall into the snow and "whatever will be, will be"… there’s something alluring about it.
Much time has passed, life has changed many times, and I have burned out again and find myself recalling that alluring desire — this piece is -partly- dedicated to it.
Ingrid_skogstad illustrated my idea warmer (and it turned out just as well), and also introduced me to a beautiful song that became my painkiller. — Tear It Apart by :Of The Wand And The Moon:
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