I remember cold, extreme cold, the kind of cold that seems to trick your body into believing it's warmth before freezing your smaller extremities off. But that was the past. Now the cold has been replaced by another feeling, a warmth, a humid warmth that makes you sweat and want water. The days have ran together, innumerable days, years perhaps now, the putrid stench that makes up the air inside my own starfish I have become accustomed to.
Luckily for me before I started writing extremely poncy and pseudo-emotional stuff that barely constitutes poetry on the internet I shoved my laptop up my ass, now at least I can tell you about what it's like...
