I feel... cold

cold not because of the season

and cold never because it's dark out and the sun is down

I just feel... cold

cold enough for me to shiver

cold enough for the pacing flow of my blood

and cold enough for the beats of my heart.

I cannot feel the existence of my body

as if reality was just a dream...

a dream simply filled with abstract colors

and a dream wherein I felt my hands causing an inferno.

bring me to your burning house

and keep my eyes closed for me to escape

coz I cannot say if I could still handle the crust and frosty knives on my chest.

Published by Dajen