I'm freezing.

My blanket covering me does nothing.

My feet feel like ice.

My hands feel like fire.

My body...

It produces heat in places it's not needed.

Yet keeps the places where I'm cold...

Cold.

I know.

You say you love my warm body.

You say it's cute how your cold...

But I'm warm.

I hate it.

I'm not all warm.

Most of me is cold...

Damp and cold.

My mind aches from how cold my body is

My muscles are week and tight.

I'm suffering everyday...

Just from being cold.

You with your cold hands...

Ironically,

You're what warms me up.

Without you I'm freezing.

I love you.

Thank you for warming my body,

My mind,

And my heart.

Look.

I'm sitting outside my school thinking about the people around me. Which isn't saying much seeing as there is no one around. But! There are the people who were here. The kids waiting for the bus. Those waiting for their parents, and those with after school activities. I'm shoved in with the kids waiting for their parents. As I watched all these kids I thought about what their story might be. Who they go home to everyday. How they're feeling... it's possibly one of the best things to do while you're waiting alone.

There were these two boys sitting up by this wall in the shade. They were talking about video games and mythical characters from books and movies. I knew both of these boys so I knew a little bit of what they were like. The more talkative ones name was...let's call him Hobbes. And the less talkative but more attentive one was...hmm...night. I'm using these names as a sort of joke. Hobbes begins talking about a hydra and the way to kill one. He drones on and on and...on. He keeps making jokes about the people who think the only way to kill one is by cutting off their heads. Silly people.

Soon the Night pops in with watching movies before reading the books. I thought this was odd. Who watches the movie...and then reads the book?? Well apparently Hobbes does. I know, I'm laughing too. They just don't seem to put down the conversation.

Just from seeing who talks more, and who listens, and who pays more attention, and who gets more exited about certain topics, I form a story.

Hobbes: you're a very outgoing guy around your friends...but when you start a conversation with someone you like you get flustered easily. You aren't as confident in yourself. When you're around strangers you're just quiet. You try to warm up to them but it's hard. You like to think you're a happy person. But deep down in your heart you know you're not that happy. You have problems that are hard to deal with, you're a very sensitive person. When we talk you always seem so calm and happy...but I see sadness in your eyes...I don't see true happiness. Whatever you're going through...I'm sorry.

Night: You may be quiet...but you're not a very good person. You know how fragile Hobbes is...but you really don't seem to care about what he has to say. You listen...but you don't...listen. Look I know that you may not be interested in much of what he seems to say, but get off your damn phone while your friend, who thinks your his best friend, is speaking to you. Look him in the eye. AT LEAST SHOW THAT YOU CARE. Hobbes has a heart as pure as gold...but you decide you want to sell it for money. Give it away so you can gain from it. When he was crying over being rejected by a woman he thought he loved you just sat there and ignored him. Told him to get over it. You're a disrespectful asshole. You don't deserve someone like him. So Night? Get the fuck away from Hobbes.

Hobbes and Night are friends...but I don't see the friendliness coming from one of them. I hope Hobbes can see it too.