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She does not envy the heat that radiates from their cores through their pores, onto their skin. She's always prided herself on her ability to feel cold at the tips of her hair as her heartbeat stills. Her core radiates the cold from the night air after another door was slammed shut in her face. She banged hard on the wood until her hands were raw, ignoring the sting of the wind slapping her skin within the storm of her mind. The winds have never been kind. They'd move fast making sure they cast the last of any memory of a happier time like grandma's water recipe with lemon and lime. The only water there is now is the tsunami of her thoughts crashing loudly against her brain, driving her insane. She is now reliant on music to make them silent for a moment to sneak a peek at the building so see if anyone has opened. But the door remains shut. She bangs harder the splinters cut deeper but even the window panes remain sealed. ` She can wail, scream, panic, repeat Her heart can shatter again and again Into smithereens, But her cries fall upon deaf ears There is no room for her… Her and her messiness. And the doors shall remain shut. She will remain broken And alone And cold Outside.
I'm not sure if you can get hypothermia inside your home, but I left the window cracked last night, and that mere eighth of an inch nearly froze me out. The fresh air was wonderful, and I was under several layers of blankets and a goose down duvet, but seeing your breath, when you wake up is something that should be reserved for a tent in the back country. Needless to say, the first order of business was to close that window. That and turn on the space heater pointed at my recliner so I could warm up once I pulled on several layers of clothes. The day got worse. I think everything that wasn't some how plugged into a heat source, froze solid. We got down to -32 C last night with a wicked north wind to add to the problem. I had a way to warm up, and I'm grateful that closing a window made my surroundings toasty with in an hour. My truck, not so lucky. When I went in search of gas line anti freeze, because I suspect I've somehow gotten some moisture into the fuel system, I found it most places are already sold out. No delivery expect till Monday. When I think of the services available to me now, like groceries that come to your door, and easily ordered help to get your vehicle started, I realized how woefully poorly prepared I was. When I was a child, we had supplies of all the basics, like flour, sugar, rice and potatoes stored on shelves in the pantry or in the basement. It doesn't seem necessary in this day and age, until you don't have a vehicle, and you don't want to spend the extra for convenience. II'm rambling, but you get my conundrum? I'll use the services because I trapped myself, but I will put some thought into making sure I have the basics in my kitchen cupboards. Mother nature can have her way with the weather, but it's up to me to out smart her to survive without emptying my bank account.
Once upon a time, Lucifer was the ‘Ark Angel' supreme to all the others, until his pride sent him out, the loss of his glory never to return. From then onwards, ‘Day' and ‘Night' divorced. The ‘Morning' separated from the ‘Evening', ‘Darkness' from ‘Light'. ‘Coldness' became parallel to ‘warmth' ‘Heaven' separated from the ‘Earth' and to this day ‘Tears' do not see eye to eye with ‘laughter' nor does ‘Love' and 'Hate' which explains the reason as to why ‘Mother' left ‘Father' The very separation of your ‘Parents'. Now with the hand of the clock becoming much louder than ever before, is a clear time-up signal that we won't be together in the next life. One thing is clear, our daughter will always bring us together. And since goodbye is not a desirable gesture, I will simply walk away without a word To continue the ‘Journey' without you.
The wind roared around the house like an enraged beast, rattling shutters and breaking tree branches as it did. Claws of icy air fought their way inside through the damaged panes and worn-out frame of my old farmhouse window. I curled into a tight ball under my blankets; piled as they were, it still wasn't enough to keep out the cold. I shivered as a particularly strong gust made the entire house groan. Sleep eventually claimed me, despite the bone-deep chill. I dreamt of arctic blizzards. Outside, the night's tempest howled on.