Starvation run

I once came to a pond so clear you could see all the life it embraced, and it soon held me in its beauty. A day of intense pain, wearily limping through freezing sheets of what could've been my own tears. Cold, hungry, and alone, I found myself finding friendship with the body of an element I cursed that day with every aching step. It reflected the pastel sunset to hold me in its warmth. I sat on a jagged rock, not caring for I was dry finally, sitting at the edge of my sorrows. There’s a time, but not always a place, of incredible reality. When there is both it could never be captured, a glimpse of perfection in an imperfect existence. I slept that night in an ice-cold stillness with a forever frozen dream. You can only walk there.