shaking hands and swollen lips. my shoulder droop from the cold icicles buried deep within my chest. i lay here consumed by the dread of my dreams. the thoughts of my insanity brought to life. i brought this upon myself, but that does nothing to ease the cold burn in my veins. the anxiety caused by my momentous thoughts and the actions i will soon have to endure. i planned the whole journey, i labor over every fine detail from the day that it happens to the people that will be there. i planned each and every piece of this puzzle, but the task. my task of piecing the puzzle together and slaving day and night to make sure it doesn't fall apart after. terrifies me, it makes the icicles return even more sharp. the frozen blade stuck deep within me, racking my body shivering with the pressure of perfection 
