Meltdown

The idea about this came from a generous thought. How could it be defined if we lose ourselves sometimes to have an unknown transformation? I saw a block of ice resting on my kitchen table, and then later I found it meltdown. The ice would have left its features though it seems happy and pacified. I tried to scribble some thoughts what I have felt for the block of ice, might not be completely justified but somewhere it defines something.

Somewhere, somehow I would prefer to meltdown,

Maybe in today task either in the notes from the past,

I would presume to see myself surrounded by people,

Collecting every single drop and letting me freeze again so I can last,

I might feel cold, cold shivers and disperse my thoughts,

I would try to stitch everything together, so nothing can be spread more,

Everyone can feel warm feeling hidden inside even I am cold,

Neither defined anywhere nor specified, I hope they do even I left the things before,

Grasping the things that never defined to be mine,

Rolling down there and pretending that everything is fine,

Sometimes I desire to have same for you,

So I don’t feel empty, and alone, even I loose every single page,

But with you I can endure anything, without having any rage,

I know it might surprise you, but would you like to meltdown with me?

I would never leave you until the blood is running through the flesh,

You would see later my dear but before that you need to say yes.