Feb 25, 2008 16:24
John didn't know how right he was when he called me "cold" in jest. I am a chilly bastard. Like Kay captured by the Snow Queen, there must be a shard of glass embedded in my heart somewhere. I sit on an ice throne in a no-man-landscape, trying to figure out a puzzle that can't be figured out, freezing my ass off, all the while getting more numb. I can't feel my fingers anymore.
Then again....
"Cold? No, I won't believe your heart is cold.
Maybe just afraid to be broken again."