Walking on the empty airs of the night.

My heart feels the cold but my flesh breathes warm. Cuts that go unseen, what a tragedy to see, clutching at my barren chest. Memories die but the love lingers on, like a blue mist of darken lagoons. My fingers numb from caressing the emotions of yesterday as the sounds of today drag them to the void. To start from the beginning, might bring it forward what there was to what will be.