That Never Ending Stretch of White

You’ve bled here, fallen here, lost memories and friends and lovers here.

In return it gave you cracked ribs and dislocated limbs, skin so numb it took hours for feeling to return and yet you always find a way back. It’s part of you now, the same way your fingers and toes and heart and fear are. The love for this place, this moment, this stillness of feeling pressed into every inch of you until it is so…