There's only one, selfish reason I want a child... I want to have someone distract me from myself. I want to not think of myself... not be with myself... forget about myself.
I find inspiration in myself but after awhile, I get tired of it.
I wonder if everyone else is tired of it, as well?
I feel the heat on my face of the fire but it just makes me sweat too much. Sometimes, when I'm close enough... It nearly singes my eyelashes.
But I still remain this cold beauty. And yes- I won't lie, I'm aware that on the outside, I am beautiful.
It doesn't bother me. It's not the kind of beauty I want.
It's all heat on the outside. But I feel numb with cold- inside.
Other people notice it too.
"Your hands are so cold!"
It's said with a laugh... like it's some joke I play.
But if you're cold inside... I suppose it seeps out sometime.