I am the frozen world of my own, ice-covered eyelids of the eyes that are too tired to look out for the spring. I’m the well walled castle guarded by subconscious. Step over the line and be shot on a spot. I am the glittering net of the snowflakes, captured flies of thoughts and dreams, patiently awaiting the arrival of their spider. I am a silent sigh and a turned away head. I am the words locked within the exposed ruins. Strange how it feels like I am naked, yet the same time sheltered well by a protective screen of silence. I can say the words I never thought. And I can hold on to the ones that hang on a fine thread off my tongue…ear marked with Who Cares