Please don’t let a cold touch run shivers down your spine. Don’t let the darkness turn you blind. There is a fire somewhere. The sun is shining brightly right now but my soul feels like stone. I wear my heart on my sleeve, stitched in so tightly that every time I move, it bangs against my wrist. There are more dents and cracks in my heart than I can count. It’s broken beyond repair. You inadvertently found the pieces to make it whole again. I’m scared for when those pieces go missing again.