A calm settles like a frosty wind. One that bites your nose and cheeks.
The warmth comes from the blanket wrapped around you. It tells you that while your face might remain frostbitten, your torso will remain intact.
Who needs a head,
when you have a strong heart?
It's a strange sort of calm. The one that comes with an acceptance of failure, and a promise to rebuild yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Sincere Ramblings
PoetryPoetry and journaling of mine. Some in story form, some poetry, some late night rambles.
