It is down in the fifties and the day is dreary. It rained earlier. I turned off my bedroom light and it is now dim… and in the dimness took form a dim recollection.

“I let the icy tentacles embrace me tightly like a lover taking me into numbness.”

I remembered that. I wrote it in a poem back in sixth grade. I was in Mr. Spataro’s math class. It was cold and dreary that day too. It was back when my depression was taking bloom. The poem expressed the cold that I loved.

Back then I would wear t-shirts while others snuggled themselves in jackets. I welcomed the biting air. It made me feel alive and… Happy. Take me to a cold darkness… silent and calm… and beautiful. Numb the sadness in ice. That was something like the feel of the poem. It is a pity I cannot remember all of it as well as not saving it.

~Quacky Hoot