The sun is coming up in the morning sky, chasing away the shadows of a dark moody night. As it melts away the morning chill, I’m hoping it will warm up this chill in my heart. All things revolve around the temperate state of my heart, and my heart gets cold at the first sign of perceived attacks. The only defense a heart can take when it has left its door open when trying to enjoy the last of a summer’s breeze. Now its just cold, and distant. It has run through the house, closed all the windows and locked all of the shutters. It is suddenly wary of company, shy to socialize, it wants no parts of any human parts, but this is no way to live…
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