Every now and then, when my anxiety took a lazy day, I would put out a cover.
I did everything from Twenty One Pilots to Bob Dylan, and people seemed to like it. But nothing really captured what I had felt, what I had been like, on that first Arizona cover.
Until winter rolled around.
So on a chilly day with boots crunching snow beneath my feet, I sat--lotus position again--and sang my frozen heart out.
Let me feel young when I'm older
Let me feel high when I'm sober
Let me feel power that's solar
All this time
It was in me
It was so cold that, in the beginning, you could see my breath. But as the song got going and my body got warmer, the visible oxygen dissipated.
Yet another thing left, and for once I was okay with that.
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Cold At My Core | Johnnie Guilbert
FanfictionOne look. One look from across a mental health service's lobby. One single stare, and a small smile, was all it took for my life to flip upside down completely. COMPLETE
