It’s Cold & I Wish It Was Warmer….

So, I had to build a fire. CRISP AIR AGAINST THE WALLS OF MY LUNGS, AND THEY FALL LIKE THE DEW UPON THE LEAVES CRUMPLING BENEATH MY FEET. AS I WALK, MY MIND IS RACING. & MY BREATH IS ALWAYS PACING. CAUSE I’M STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT I FEEL, BUT I’M LOST IN CROWDS…