i'm sitting here shivering
in the chill morning air
as the wind sweeps by me and blows my hair around.
tiny ice pricks swarm my skin
and penetrate to my mind,
giving me cold thoughts about my world
and the people in it.

i'm sitting here shivering
in an air-conditioned room
at the end of October.
it seems that the cold is haunting me,
constantly being over my shoulder.

i'm walking away, shivering
in the hallways where icy stares
reveal icy hearts.