Elucidating Questions

Stoic

I’ve never run into someone so unaffected before

The cold stings my fingertips

I wish the songs would run cold

But they don’t

So why

I wonder why

I want to be there not here

How is it that I’ve been here for hundreds of hours

Just waiting in the cold for the warmth of the songs to reach me

Because the door has been tightly shut since long before I got here

I knew it was shut when I got here

I knew that

Why am I still here?