I sit inside with the all the curtains closed, and the lights turn on. This is an attempt to simulate the sunlight in my mind.
Try so hard to be cheerful but, it doesn't ever seem to last. Unless, I am curled up with a loved one.
I go outside to the things that cannot be ignored and I feel as if the cold air is ripping through my clothing.
I do my damndest to stay warm and to stay upright, falling because of snow and ice sucks. It seems that I am always defeated in my task of staying warm.
The frustration of it all comes out in the only way, I know to release my feeling besides hopping on the computer and writing, or finding some game to randomely kill shit, I cry. Which temporarily warms my face because if tears become cold, then it means my heart has died....
Drowning in the Cold.
