Frozen Bulletproof

Bulletproof.

I wish I could be bulletproof. Just let all these shots roll off me, listening as they drop to the floor in a metallic burst of sound. Imagine as they clink against the hard linoleum floor, the light catching their brass coats. I wish I could be bulletproof. Letting every fire coarse over my body, but never feeling the heat. Never accepting the shattering pain that will surely follow. I wish I could be bulletproof. Maybe I would last a little longer. Try a little harder. Fight a little more. Not be so willing to give up and surrender.

I do this for the ones I love. I run through the bullets because I could never bear to live without the people I know. Without my family I would be nothing. I would be utterly lost. Just an empty mind wandering through the ice encrusted branches. Watching as the stars fade and the morning sun begins to dazzle my pale eyes. Waiting for the chill of dawn to sink into my bones and hold me in a frozen embrace. Waiting to wake from this strange dream, but knowing that I never will. I am here, in this barren land, forever.