© Almost Hello

As I stand alone in the cold, I realize that if I remain motionless for just a second I can hear a hello from the distance.What kind of hello is this that I hear as I remain motionless?It's warm and fuzzy and full of cuddle.What a crock of shit.Oh look… It's raining now and it couldn't have come at a more perfect time. The cold air and the rain. it's just a matter of time before the warm hello has turned to ice...My tears have turned to ice. Yes, I'm crying...But it's not like you care anymore since your hellos are no longer warm and full of cuddle. I'm crying because it is my release; cathartic tears to wash away the ugliness and reveal the self worth beneath.I remain motionless in this cold wet thought of mind and wonder.Released through tears, my confidence swells with all this spirit, character, and soul mixed with a little bit of doubt...What chance do I have if I respond to your hello?Why bother, since it is so much better not to say anything at all.