Where then shall I go?

This wasn't planned but I had a sudden burst of inspiration so here it is.

Where then shall I go that takes me away from the pain of the world?

Perhaps I shall do as the Ancients did long ago and flee from the cares of the world into the darkness of the north.
Perhaps I shall settle down as they did in the desolate tundra, where the bitter winds shall tear my soul away from me.  Where shivering gales shall steal the breath from my lungs.
Where my bones shall turn to ice and my flesh to snow.
Where my eyes shall be fixed and clear like glass.
Where my ears shall be covered and deaf.
Where touch is numbed and smell is overwhelmed by the frost.
Where my mouth can utter no more as the warmth in me fades.
Where even the glorious dawn and its withering light will too be frozen by the time it reaches me.
And the rare soul who finds me - what shall they say? 
"Oh, he is but a carving in the ice.  He is not real.  He does not feel as I do.  He is only the hollow visage of a human.  Nothing more."
And then they shall go on their way.
That is fine, I shall say to myself.  I do not recall ever asking to feel. 
It was a choice someone else made for me.
I never asked to be human.
And so frozen I shall stay, isolated and free from binding thoughts. 

There is no other way, I realize. 
I believe I shall flee into the embrace of the eternal winter.
There is no alternative.

"Silly thing."

Pardon?
I wait.
Oh, it was nothing. 
Only a whisper on the wind.

©2011 James Curry a.k.a Sem