When nights are cold and the moon is high in the sky, I sit beneath its light and wonder why I feel so high. The world grow colder, the shadows grow darker, everything fades- yet the cold air runs through my arms. The moon smiles above, my only companion, my quiet mate, feeling the chill with me and smiling wide. As time drifts on, the nights grow colder, the silence grows deeper, Yet my thoughts wander- confused, happy, anxious, never still. My hands are shivering, my body is freezing, but not my mind, not my thoughts- they race faster, faster. And i wonder- if my body froze completely, Would my thoughts freeze too? Would they rest? Would they ever stand still, Just for a moment? Would they...ever?