What does cold feel like?
Is it a shiver waiting to be silenced? Is it a breeze that soothes the skin? Is it the sand in the desert at night? Or the cubes of ice swimming in intoxication? Is it a flame gone out? Is it a companion of the darkness? Is it the snowflake that lands on the palm or the tear that wets the lips? Is it a heart that can't love anymore or a one that's burnt to ashes?