he was always so cold.
like a night in which you had to sit out in the rain.
except today, he was the one sitting.
sitting, alone on an island.
cold.
he looked off the island.
the only thing visible, the color blue.
and the contrast that was his red shirt.
the wind made him shiver.
cold.
he tried to move his arms.
but to no avail.
the only thing that moved was leaves
of the palm trees.
a paradise.
somehow, paradise had no warmth.
cold.
his now increasingly heavy body fell
to the sand beneath him.
even that, was frozen.
and as he stared off into the sky
all he could feel
was cold.
