simplicity stings sharply in the lack of daylight on this grey morning when i woke up and uncurled from your shoulder to rise and unfold. i'll step out to see you from a distant view where your fingers grazed my cheek to brush my hair out of my eyes. the chill that the wind blew in through my window this morning soaked through my skin and left me cold, running frost through my veins. i fell you shiver in the distance of this waiting.