Dear Twenty-Eight,
Its cold out today. Not the kind of cold you dance around in with snow falling and teeth bared in a smile. The kind of cold that chills your inner core. The kind that slices through you like a knife to the soul. It drowns out the joys around me and leaves me breathless and iced over. With no words coming to my frozen chapped lips and no sounds heard but the falling of icicles into my heart.
I hate the way this weather takes me over. It pulls me in like a rope and laces me to this sad and empty feeling. My dreamy mind set never agrees and tries to find the good. But never fully succeeds.
For some reason tiredness and fear are all that rest on my weary eye lids and heavy shoulders. I beg relief twenty-eight....let me feel more than this.
Sincerely,
Dre
