Cold as ice
This is the picture of one of Andy Goldsworthy's greatest masterpiece: his signature arch made of ice. He is one of my favorite artists. He devotes such energy and time to create out of Mother Nature, the most ephemeral piece of Art, and then captures them in photo.
Ice. Beautiful. COLD. From afar, ice is majestic. Ice is part of those beauties that are meant to be admired from a distance. I don't understand cold people. Those who don't seem to care about others and their feelings. I tend to forget to keep my distance with people who are "ice" in my life.
They are intriguing, beautiful, complex but I clearly cannot expect any warmth from them. I tend to forget that. They are only good for chilling, for fun. Nothing serious. I get too close to them and they morph into a drowning game of unsatisfied needs and I find myself all wet with my own tears. This is just a self-reminder to stay away from icy people. Enough skating through awkward situations, and attempting to keep my balance on ice. You can't be friends with ice.
They are intriguing, beautiful, complex but I clearly cannot expect any warmth from them. I tend to forget that. They are only good for chilling, for fun. Nothing serious. I get too close to them and they morph into a drowning game of unsatisfied needs and I find myself all wet with my own tears. This is just a self-reminder to stay away from icy people. Enough skating through awkward situations, and attempting to keep my balance on ice. You can't be friends with ice.
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