Coldness really can be a beautiful thing.
She’s off in her own world, with parties and alcohol and concerts and everything else that is heat and passion and maybe even warmth. I dunno.
A friend whom I had been worried about, whom I hadn’t been able to contact in a month, got in touch with me last night and it felt like a burden had been lifted. We weren’t on bad terms, not at all. But it still felt so good to hear the voice.
A coldness that attempts to imitate heat has no fragility or innocence. It is a force, and will not condescend. What I saw outside was something of which I wanted to be a part. It was gentle, and it will be melted gently as these days grow warmer, for it is a beauty tied to hope.
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