i find

i find bliss in ignorance.
there is peace in the insipid snow.
it falls, and i know. i know.
the temperatures may read cold,
but i bide my time, and wait.
i don't know how long i sat out there;
no shirt, no shoes, no pants, no socks.
i overcame the numb and came to a crossroads of nothing and nowhere.
the abscense of a temperature,
the abscense of a color,
the abscense of people,
the abscense of noise,
the abscense of clothes,
the abscense of time all hit me at once.
and the world simply dissolved.
a simple sweet revelation.
i know nothing, and never will.
the time keeps on moving and i know not why,
like i know not why the birds fly up in the sky.
when the winter is gone, and the larks start to sing.
i will indulge in the bliss of not knowing a thing.