SHE IS NOT WHO SHE THINK SHE IS

For just a brief moment, I slipped back into my old ways; lusting over the questionability and existence of sub-zero feelings. Had I forgotten? How it was like to tremble in daylight warmth and radiate in arctic blast? Perhaps so. Perhaps I was temporarily blinded by the infatuation of a memory or just the sentiment of being blessed– overriding my primitive state of survival and now, I can only feed on such raw remains.

And yet, the dubiety of it was that a crystal glistens in solitary fluoresce.