insensitivity [Theme] Page 3

Sometimes you want to cold. To the heart is senseless. To shower - granite, concrete, stone. To view - ice, snow, frost. To not love, to not hurt. To breathe clear sky, and do not know of earthly passions. Not want to hands, do not look at the deaf world crumbs heat. To rock in any storm, to indifference instead of all broken dreams. To step instead of futile attempts to not bent and did not break the words, "let's stay friends". To any words remained just words. Not to live, almost dying, and dying, staying alive. And sometimes almost impossible, and I can already feel in his chest the cold, and already waiting for him, ready for him... but for some reason, mom looks at your face and begins to cry.