Cryogenic

Contemplating, just concentrating on the futility of it all. The wall has hindered me from pursuing my dreams. Unraveling from the seams seems to be the means by which humanity dreams. Countless numbers come to & fro; beneath the snow lies the crow. Cryogenics doesn't seem to know whether or not the cold can save us from the old adage, that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. The longer the wait the more tedious the debate; I can't wait to live, to awaken from this slumber.