{"id":38,"date":"2005-10-07T20:53:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-08T03:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/?p=38"},"modified":"2005-10-07T20:53:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-08T03:53:00","slug":"in-the-hours-of-nine-am-frozen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/?p=38","title":{"rendered":"In the hours of nine am&#8230; Frozen&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-indent: 0.5in;\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial;\">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&#8230; and in the dimness took form a dim recollection.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-indent: 0.5in;\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial;\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">&#8220;I let the icy tentacles embrace me tightly like a lover taking me into numbness.&#8221;<\/span><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-indent: 0.5in;\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial;\">I remembered that. I wrote it in a poem back in sixth grade. I was in Mr. Spataro&#8217;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. <o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-indent: 0.5in;\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial;\">Back then I would wear t-shirts while others snuggled themselves in jackets. I welcomed the biting air. It made me feel alive and&#8230; Happy. Take me to a cold darkness&#8230; silent and calm&#8230; 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.<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-indent: 0.5in;\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial;\"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-indent: 0.5in;\"><i><b><span style=\"font-family:Arial;\">~Quacky Hoot<\/span><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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&#8230; and in the dimness took form a dim recollection. &#8220;I let the icy tentacles embrace me tightly like a lover taking me into numbness.&#8221; I remembered that. I wrote it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-38","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=38"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=38"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=38"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=38"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}