Cold
It snowed last night
and the wind blew hard
and the ice covered the ground
and I wasn’t cold.
I went outside
in my shorts
and my boots
and my jacket
and I wasn’t cold.
I let the wind blow my hair
and the snow hit my face
and the ice touch my boots
and I wasn’t cold.
All the thoughts of
the deaths
and the sadness
and all the bad things
were no longer cold.
I didn’t smile
and I didn’t cry
and I didn’t laugh
and I wasn’t cold.
The world grew quiet
and the time slowed down
and the sky turned white
and I wasn’t cold..
I was alive.
-Liza
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