**I want to write a sonnet **

**I want it to be cold **

_Blown through winds raking, creaking steps following themselves _

_into the cold dust of white, self encompassed _

_Gently blaring, trickle-fickle wind-whipped _

_Pale colored, faceless removal of features_

_The feint smell of yellow in the sun, wisps of hair lose their color, your face no longer run with red _

_Undertones of cold whisper _

_Caresses your hair with long uncaring fingertips, jagged to the touch, beautiful, _

_Breathy contact with each move foward _

_Your head bargaining with death, your_

_Your very soul pleading with life _

**_I want it to be epic

I want it to be instrumental

_**

_I want cosmos to flash out of light through darkness_

_A golden harbinger, an orange only present at the end of the universe _

_At the center _

_Of the bed you sleep in _

_Rimming around, ripping at the precipice of_

_Rotations only imagined _

_Felt in presence of us_

_I want the trek to MEAN something _

_I want it to scream _

_For SOMETHING I_

_Want it _

_To be_

_Real SOMEHOW_

**_I WANT A MOUNTAIN

I WANT A PEAK _**

**_I WANT TO GET THERE

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I AM THE MONSTER

WAITING FOR ME THERE.

_**