So absurd. So heartless. Painful transition, frostbite skin. Waiting for nothing. Frailness, trembling, and head down. Cold skin, stale beauty illuminates. Fog from breath flies with words into the air and freezes. Then falls to the ground and shatters like glass. (Pick them up) with hands so cold…Show me your passions and show me your pains, open your skin and watch me crawl out again. Hands so cold.