Revolution

I feel more human than I used to (if that's possible). My ticking-metal-box-of-a-heart found itself a new beat to follow. The coldness is disappearing from my mind, but it hasn't left me completely. Like energy, I doubt my coldness can be created or destroyed: it's just there. Just like any other emotions, I've learned to live with it and so have 6 billion other people in this world.

Stupid, but I'm almost sure that the coldness from inside me has moved to my hands. It's always cold nowadays, no matter how warm I try to keep them. Maybe, symbolically, I need someone or something to warm up my heart, just like how gloves or another hand could warm up my hands.

Fact Of The Day: I want to change. Nothing comes easy, but I find it harder than it normally would...