Tunes on replay in my head.

I feel numb, and cold.
Like the last cracked, frost bitten leaf blowing precariously in the winter breeze.
I am fragile.
Hanging on barely, by the same frost bitten unforgiving twig attached to the tree.
The winter is silent this year, wrapping it's frigid hands, enclosing me.
It's hard to breathe, to think, to be.

I wish that I could feel the warmth of life, in such a bleak stand-still terrain.