You'll think you have me in the palm of your hand and like snow I leave only water, but don't soak yourself over cold things and empty-looking glasses, because that is what will keep you going and make you strong. Don't ignore it's existence because it has no bright colors or fear when the warmth hits your hands that touched something so frozen, and so heartless that warmth burns, because eventually the burning will go away and the warmth will flow throughout. You aren't glass and going from cold to hot won't shatter you, just hold yourself together. In the end I know my words are shunned, and shammed, but I still say 'get well soon'.