I touched the fragile snow, watched it slowly melt, and what I did not know soon after, I felt my fingers were no longer cold but ignited in feverish flame yet they refused to let go and continue to hold the scorching snow just the same
I hear the rain falling outside onto my window pane there is something peaceful in the sound that it makes when it leaks through the roof and burrows into my brain it eases my thoughts and drowns out the pain.