A pit in my stomach, as I hear my friends talking about dying alone and never finding someone to be with. Is it empathy? or just the realization that they just might be correct and the same fate awaits me?
I never think these thoughts, they come to me from outside The cold cold outside. Like a frostbite it firmly and swiftly grabs my muscle, my heart and fails to leave as I long for a hand to hold in this blistering cold. The only warmth I feel is the tears which roll down my face and melts my heart and once again I rise… alone.