GE.
To be so cold that I could freeze your hand off if you held it in your
painful exquisite fingers. Even with the knowledge that chances are, my
hand will die warmly instead when our fingers touch.
-o0o-
Nightglow again.
And everything looks freakish enough for me to want to fetal curl and wish I was back in Naga but this is everyday, every night and every breathing second that I happen to be here. And you get used to it after some time, but in the same way that you'd get used to, say, having someone thwack your head every minute or so. Which you don't get used to it at all.
And homesick suddenly becomes the new painful word.
