i feel like i have spent the past few days living in a melted state. these past few days i've felt unmotivated, overemotional, lonely, and even paralyzed from doing anything but curling up in bed and taking a nap, and i think that melting is the best analogy that i can come up with. soft and sad like a bowl of ice cream eaten too slowly, or like the last shrinking piles of snow that dissolve when it rains.
i thought about writing a poem about how i feel like a bowl of melting ice cream. and then i decided that the language of melting (softness, drippiness, mushy squishiness) would sound gross and sexual. and so i couldn't bring myself to write the poem. unless, of course, i entitled the poem "this poem is NOT about sex." but i don't think people would believe me.
