Big snowflakes fall upward and that keeps my self from crashing into the spaceless. Why is it that I can hardly move my arm to lift away the heavy cover of what is keeping me flat down today. my jelly lens. Hard to breathe. Hard to see. the thick white speckled mat bounces back into my eye and it moves much further back than I can look forward. I must get up so that I don't suffocate and drag it around as a parachute on long strings.

Walk as if I had landed in the desert, spotting nothing but more of the same and it never gives away any signs, I just have to get a move on. Move on.