Sometime cold is good. Its helps realising the chilly spiny air passing near your skin. Kissing it with a tickle.
There is one more thing which is discovered- When alone and thinking, that tinge of coldness is the most comforting. It helps to feel THE NULL – the only state after which I can think. It is like a full stop; Or, a long sentence without any words.
Stupid heart knows it is escaping from something, hidding in the place- in a dream or a la la land. It wants to await or doesn;t want that phase to come. Where it is right now, it is happy, satisfied and comforted.. in slices but I wish with HONESTY. And I want to feel this relentless cold night because I want that NULLNESS. It is easy and helps to escapes. I want to write; maybe a novel. A dream – tiring for me to read.
One passing thought of Honesty : When I can’t reread what I write, why would others. And, something somewhere near the heart, lungs and stomach pit holler back – because you want to write. You want to tell a story. :)
