its the afternoon and its the middle of winter
I stare out the window and it looks cold
cold, to me, has always had a physical appearance rather than a feeling
its even a thought
and as I sit here
alone
I think
I think its cold but I wouldn't dare leave my spot
Its warm in my house but cold in my body
I don't have to leave my spot to feel cold
I feel cold
I look cold
because cold, to me, has always had a physical appearance rather than a feeling