Are you feeling cold today?
The wind coming through the window greets me,
Bringing about an uncertainty within.
Felt so uncovered,
So vulnerable.
The rise to anger,
The hidden thoughts.
Fear grips,
Emptiness cripples.
We’ve crossed days without even realizing the dates; Just waiting for the end of each day. Dates didn’t matter anymore, becoming just a number. Now we only go by days of the week. Nothing else matters. Not all the time though.
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