I’m cold. The only thing that stops me from wearing a blanket is regret. I do not deserve a blanket. Even worse, the warmth of it. I do not deserve every inch of its thread. The warmth that it gives out burns my skin as it despises me. I could feel the deep hatred of it consumes me from the inside. It hurts, so bad and nothing, nothing could save me from it.
It is not news to everyone. Things are a lot more valuable when they are gone. Yesterday we closed our eyes, but now, we cry like there is no tomorrow. At least, for me we know, there is no tomorrow.