It was one of those things that only your eyes can tell, that your tongue can’t even pronounce. It’s one of those things that the mere attempt of saying would probably cause your entire world to stutter.
It’s knowing the answer to the million dollar question and refraining from participating in the contest.
My couch, my TV, my orange juice with a twist, my living room… my current life state… are by far safer.

When you’re in a relationship you tend to grant yourself waivers from many elements of the truth. Sacrifice is overrated, especially when most expected. The shimmering fractions of my dim lit environment stood still and silent and so did my unsaid words. Nevertheless my eyes spoke of things my mind wouldn’t believe. Yet deep in the center of my Capricorn mind, I knew that I wouldn’t give in, that my tongue pronounced the word ‘regret’ more fluently than my given name. I knew that nothing is perfect. Us, perfectionists, are destined to suffer, to wait for the One. We decide to remove AA batteries from watches and clocks, store them some place safe, far away from time telling machines. We are powerful. We can stop time… at least in our bed rooms where all our fears can be put on hold, paused away from our dreamless sleep.

The cold weather fits my frozen profile perfectly.