𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕

𝙳𝚊𝚢 ???, 𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟾

𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #𝟹𝟸

Cold, frigid, and empty

The days seemed to be unending here

And not seeing life prosper or even live is becoming more frightening and strange by the passing day

I can barely feel my fingers anymore, like ten foreign things plopped upon clumps of lifeless skin and bone

My legs ace but they, too, feel unattached and not functioning correctly

The sun does hang in the sky, longer than the average day it seems, yet it’s warmth is a hallucination; it’s comfort nonexistent

Though, in the wee hours of the morning, I do sit and look upon the cold dessert that lay before me

Only for a moment, but it’s long enough to see the beauty in the blues and purples of the sky clash with white and grays of the snow and rock

It’s beautiful in a haunting way

I miss my home

Even though the thought of ever getting back has becoming something of a joke in my mind

I have been gone for a while, though I’m not exactly sure how long

I miss warmth

Too bad I took it for granted but to be fair, I hadn’t anticipated I’d be out here

Night falls, or a makeshift version of it

It’s dark but the sun is still peaking out of the horizon, shedding enough light that it could be miss interpreted as the late afternoon

But after what time I’ve spent out here, I don’t mind all that much

My body doesn’t do all it could before I was out here, in this God forbidden wasteland

I can’t walk much anymore, my legs and feet feel as if they were made from the finest pieces of glass

Breathing had become somewhat of a chore, heaving and choking on the brittle air

I don’t think I’ll make it much longer

But by now, I don’t really care

My life was pretty good, looking back now

I mean I had a beautiful family, at least a little taste fo adventure, and my own stubbornness that kept me going this far

To me, that ain’t too shabby

So if I do die, at least I can die in peace

But if this is my last entry, I hope who ever is reading this tells my story

Tell the world I did it, I found the Arctic even though I couldn’t make it back

I fulfilled all the myths that there was something more out there

I hope that’s worth a bit of something, aye

Wish me luck,

John Shnitter

Explorer and scientist

(Not actually factual, nor did I use the real name of the actual man who discovered the Arctic)