Sunstroke and frostbite.
It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected.
I expected demands.
He gifted me with tenderness.
I expected ego.
He let me experiment.
I expected disrespect.
He called me beautiful.
I expected him to expect perfection.
He taught me all I needed to know.
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
And hoping for a better life
This time, we’ll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly.
In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.
Altitude sickness, unregulated drugs and medical gas enabled workers to become drug abusers/addicts