podeamwarm cold
Standing in the cold, breezes raising bumps on my skin, it just seemed so strange, so out of place. No more was the humidity and warmth that embraces us all to their bosoms; it felt alien to be so cold.
Walking down the strangely empty street, looking many hours past its ten pm, I make a call to someone. Someone whom talking to brings bittersweet memories of a time past and a moment gone.
This time though, the bitterness was gone. I was comforted by memories, and warmed by the promise of tomorrow.
I had spent the day, for the first time in such a long time, feeling truly comfortable. Like I belonged. Like I didn’t need to worry about belonging. And I didn’t worry about belonging.
And so, it paid off, going to school when I had no lessons, doing work when I had completed all assignments.
And yes, at least one of the persons responsible would be reading this; I just found out.
So yes. Cold as I was in that unnatural cold, there was warmth inside. I like.
And I also need to rid myself of nauseatingly sweet mushyness. Yeurgh.