You know those times in your life where you look around yourself and realise that you are not where you are meant to be? That you had planned on being elsewhere, but slowly, surely you sunk into a rut without even realising it. Like putting a frog in cold water and slowly bringing it to boil, your dreams die a painful death because you weren't diligent enough, weren't smart enough, weren't experienced enough. Your age let you down. The worst part about it, is that you have been in this place for a while but you didn't realise it until now. You've grown use to the place. It's comfortable. It's a place I like to call "hibernation."
Evelyn has fallen into the slumber of winter and is not about to wake up any time soon.
A well-fashioned routine and
The habits of old,
I look around with my eyes closed.
My ears fall deaf to the wind.
I am more awake when I'm asleep.
More asleep when I'm awake.
I am hibernation.
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