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Hi, My Name Is...


No one knows you, So you introduce yourself. Hi my name is- And it goes okay. No one knows you yet. But then You slip. The ice creeps in So slowly that the freezing encroach goes unnoticed. Suddenly you’re viewing everyone from behind a sheet of ice. You feel isolated- But know that you are the only one who can break through it and reconnect. But you wait until you get desperate. Desperate to be on the other side with everyone else. Throwing whatever you can, words, sharp objects, breaking it down with your hands. But when you break through and the ice shatters apart everyone turns towards you. Too many faces look at you, not judging, but you feel that way. Or worse no one notices- notices you broke through, that you stand among the ruined shards of your ice wall. And you feel yourself slide… back behind that wall. Maybe it’s thinner or there’re others with you, But it’s crystallized once more. And eventually you’ll be desperate enough to break it down again.
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