Just another stream of consciousness ...

[beatcracker]

Cold. Cold. Cold. I'm so terrible cold, it sucks all my strength, all my wishes, all my mind through every pore of my skin. It freeze drying me, making me look and feel like century age old mummy laying in its tomb, staring with empty eye-sockets into the leaking fluid of time. And I can't take it for too long. No one can. I try to dispel it, try to burn all my body cell's generated heat to stay alive. I feed myself, I clothe myself, I try to run away from it. But its inevitably returns, fucking laughing at my face, picking me with it's gnarled finger, licking me with it's rugged tongue, floating around, waiting for my warm blood. I even can't cry, because it just crystallizes my tears into salt snowflakes, that cut my eyes. I need to fight it, but I don't know how. I can't hit it with my fists, I just can't hurt this terrible hollowness. But it can and it hurts me. So I just counting my days and waiting for miracle. And if you reading this, I may be still alive ...