Still in Awe...

…of Women.

No, that’s not right.

A woman.

How do you do it, to be so silent for so long that I believe that the language we had between us was silence, pure silence…only to be proven wrong when I hear your voice again, a voice that echoes inside of me, stirring long dormant, almost-forgotten memories?

Why are you doing this?

I may never know everything about you and your kind, though I have devoted my life in knowing you, all of you, in all your forms and shape, in all your smell and taste, under sunlight, over starlight. And after all of this, I know I have the gift, among many other beautiful gifts, the gift to call for winter to reside inside of me, for ice to explode from my eyes, from my fingers until all that I see, until all that you and your kind will see is the winter of my solitude, the winter of my pain….

And I vowed that I would, as I have created Ice Queens in my errors and shame, I vowed that I would make the throne, and I would be your kind’s Ice King.

Your voice breaks me.

Your voice breaks everything cold and sad about me, and I feel warmth.

I guess I never wanted to be an Ice King.

I guess all I ever wanted was to be a man…

...so that I could have the chance

To be…

…again with you

…Woman.