It’s cold. So cold. I’m always cold. So does it matter? Is it worth wrapping a blanket around my self while all the while still feeling cold. God it’s so cold. So cold. that’s how it’s been. cold, so cold and cloudy. I us to have days with sun so full of warmth, wrapped by hands, a shield to the cold. Not a thought of what might come if I were to lose you. I shouldn’t have taken them for granted. Now I’m sitting in this abyss, empty cold and without you.