• Those hugs you give me keep me so warm inside.
    It helps block out the coldness that the world gives me.
    Outside the safety of my home, snow is falling, and dull, grey clouds filled the sky.
    What was surrounding me and what you were giving me clashed together.
    Who knew that coldness can warm up a persons heart so much...?

    Another day passes, another cold, cloudy day has begun.
    A cycle of never ending coldness repeats over and over, like a broken record.
    Although the coldness surrounding me is bitter,
    The warmth you're giving me is sweet.
    The bittersweet day...

    A year passes, a cold, dull year.
    The warmth you gave me is slowly dying.
    It's shimmering light has now lost it's warmth.
    The light is still there, but what is light without warmth...?
    Are you dying or am I?

    The moment the warmth came back, I woke up.
    I was in my bed, in my warm blankets.
    A lamp on my nightstand was shimmering a light...
    The warmth had not faded, it was I who had drifted away...
    Into a dream.