…is that it’s asking me to melt my frozen heart. The warmth of summer has made me forget my heart’s pleas of being able to beat again, as I walked the earth too silently. Without heartbeats.

Now as I wake up, I see water. I see damp surroundings. Gray skies. All asking me to thaw this heart of mine. And feel. To keep me warm. To revive my spirit. To regain my soul. To keep me alive.

It’s hard to ignore what it is asking from me because I’m freezing. And surprisingly, I don’t mind at all.