D O T S

It's cold in here, even though the heat is running at 80 degrees 
My heart feels like someone is sqeezing it with cold hands
Even though i think of myself as a warm hearted being
My mind is being my mind
Exhausted but twirling with creativity 
You would think its on a runway showcasing its talents

But isnt it?

My fingers are trembling as i touch the keypad on my smart phone
Very easy task, thanks to science
Words are falling in place as i envision them too

Well, not always
Sometimes its cold and there are no words to describe emotions,fears and heartache 
Sometimes its a hayride,bumpy but fun especially when i mix in my three languages

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