A wandering mind with a notebook, full of stories, poetic, philosophical, and whimsical.
The Cold
The cold is in my body, the walls are up, nobody is there. So far from my heart, the words will never be heard. It’s cold in my body, still I my thoughts always bring back. Somewhere in a other universes, I’m warm inside, I don’t need my thoughts to bring me back to me. It’s cold in my body, darkness is around the corner, how do I keep my light. The dark clouds have covered the diamond I was carrying, I was given a light, but the cold is so strong. I was given a feeling, a diamond glow, warm and shiny but walls were in the way. How do I turn away from the diamond that’s been given? When in the cold I find the universe of me. I’m not a warrior who controls her unknown feelings, waving like a restless water way, bind to the banks. In the cold I stand, knowing waiting has no meaning, just standing and wondering. It’s cold in my body, troubled is my heart, wondering is my mind, laughing is my soul. Will I find patients with myself.
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 
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