Cold as snow.....

It is very late here and I feel cold as the snow that covers the ground. The world is washed in white sparking beauty.........can the coldness be beautiful to? A cold that numbs you inside and out....and protects you from feeling the hurt or pain....but cold is a sort of pain in itself. If the cold is too much for a fragile body to handle it blackens and  bites...............and eats at you until you can never feel anything again.Sometimes I love drowning in the coldness and darkness safe from the world and even myself.....am I safe there? Then on rare occasions I wish and wonder quite fearfully .........what golden sun would feel like upon my face.......would it;s light burn me....or warm me? Would the sun show me smiling or crying as it chases the cold darkness away. Not all things that are white are bright you know....many things that are white and glittering are the coldest darkest places you could stand to be any part of....................