burning with cold fire
all the passion of blizzards
distilled in one glance
I was angry last night, because not for the first time some creepy guy followed me out of the train station and nudged me twice on the way. I hate it when strangers follow me and touch me to get my attention despite all of my attempts to signal disinterest. A cold fire in my heart.
And obviously I’m writing a lot of winter themed stuff at the moment. The next one or two will be about something different, I promise!