my mind is a mountain

The cold is so thick in the air that it feels like you could cut it with a knife.

My heart sinks and rises like a ship in a storm, and all around me is nothing but emptiness, spiralling downwards.

But instead of panic, there is a strange calm. It is as if the storm itself has become a familiar neighbour: noisy, intrusive, but no longer frightening.

And somewhere in this darkness, a feeling emerges that the storm not only destroys, but also opens up a new path.