Dark skinned Dreams

The cold.

What do you do when you have emotions you can't put into words?

I can barely type cause my thumbs are numb from the cold outside but the thought of pulling my body to stand up was exhausting.

The window will sit open and release cold air into my room. It felt as if Winter itself had opened its lungs to scream through its winds.

Trees shook as branches smacked and clawed at my window. Expressing their own anguish that matched my own.

I feel a twang of jealousy.

I wish I was the wind. Screaming my sorrows to any open window to express my heartaches.

I wish I want the branches. Banging on the chest of my loved one to realize and recognize what they put me through.

But once again, my chest felt too heavy to lift from my mattress. My eyes slowly closed as I let another rush of air sweep over my naked back.

Sitting in the cold is still calming. When your mind is overstimulated, it gives you something else to think of. I could focus my mind to heat my fingers instead of over analyzing our last argument.