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