Every morning is different; waking up with different feelings
but the constant reminder of bone chilling sensation that scares me every day.
Why is it so hard to be warm inside and out when the sun shine with its
greatest might and day begins with the sweet chirp of birds finding their ways
to feed the young ones in the nest right below the tallest branch of the tree
in front of my window? The answer is a distant mystery that eludes me every day
with a constant reminder that I am in the cold and I need warmth.

It is as if the cold is a manifestation of my actions in the
past; as if I left a refrigerator open in the past and put the temperature to maximum
in its settings. I should be comfortable
with the cold by now but every day it seems harder to fight the cold because
the refrigerator has immense functions to offer. The chilling winds of my past
regrets strip away the warmth inside me and make me a shell of a man I used to
be.

Those eyes were magnificent at first gazing me with utmost
beauty and compassion. They represented hope. A symbol for the warmth that my
soul possessed but as the eyes came swiftly they went away swiftly as well. The
swift nature of those eyes took way all the warmth like an endothermic reaction
of hearts of some sort and crashed the ship that held this body together.
No man could witness the decrease in heat or even sense the cold
or the warmth but only they could see the obvious; someone leaving the very man
who was the sole provider of positivity and compassion. This act gave way to
remorse, hatred and the all eternal bitter cold that seems to continue into infinity and beyond.