Winter

Have you ever been in a place where you doubt yourself in everything

Every thought

Every act

Every smile

Every tear

Everything is tepid.. aside from his presence

Which gives you the shiver of chill and the breathlessness of heat

Have you ever been in a place where just a word would melt everything

Just a sound

Just a look

Just a smile

Just a shrug

Everything is nothing

Everything is mundane and uninteresting

But a piece of cloth means the world world

and a piece of paper is encyclopedias and odes

I've been to a  place where clouds serve as foot stools

and rainbows are hammocks

Lazing around with no cares for you are held by intangiblity