I like to stand out in the cold, I like to feel the bitterness of cold on my skin, especially when I have no fight left in me. I like to stand there in the cold and reflect on my life as it is, and I wait patiently, diligently awaiting that bitter cold wind, awaiting for it to strike my face with a force that’s oh so strong. When it does I’m filled with the euphoria of watching all the negativity and hurt in my life just being stripped of me, blown away with that cold wind. It’s an inspired sensation that lifts me to heavenly heights.