Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The death of warmth.
I hate cold mornings. The kind of cold for when you wake your lips are bitten. The only warmth left is that which is in your covers. The kind of cold that freezes up your bones. The kind that infects your body and keeps a chill inside you. The cold that makes it hard to breath when you step outside. The breath of fresh cold air hurts my teeth when i inhale. This fall chill is only a preview of whats to come. A horribly wicked winter. The death of warmth. The death of comfort.