i don’t like the cold
how it nips and tugs at me
and how i have to curl up deep inside
to hold onto the warmth

no,
i don’t like being cold at all
and yes,
i’m being metaphorical…

as the leaves fall outside my window….

as the air takes on the bite of winter to come

so many, many thoughts that come from this thought

but so much work to do

i’m drowning in my numbers

and oddly enough

they are exactly what’s keeping me afloat

days like these

i see the hurt

and the joy

i feel my pain

and my shine…

i am All

and i am Nothing

and that is my warm place

when i lie next to the cold at night