I write in the cold, it helps me think

Not outside, but in my room

Windows open, cold air in, swirling around to take the warmth away

I scribble in the cold as all my thoughts flow

Emotions freeze and there’s only my being

Time stops here, lines start here

Life grows here and dies here

Love lives here and hate does too

But the line are all written for me and you

The soul writes for itself when the body is cold

I am no longer present, no longer in control

But greatness happens in this space

So I write in the cold so that all people can one day relate