I'm cold//3:18 PM

when a candle flickers in the wind there is so much to be said without words feeling the need to be broadcasted. The voice of the wind and the persistence of fire fight one another in the battle of strength that is never realized by the beings that surround. This can be translated to people. To those who surround us on a daily basis and the person who lives in your body, your soul. Every person is fighting an invisible battle going unnoticed by even those closest to them. From the outside everything looks the same as it always has. The smile plastered across the paling cheeks. The dimples as deep as yesterday and the day before, but something has changed that goes unnoticed. A switch that's flipped halfway.The slight changes that can't be caught unless concentrated on by others. It's funny. Every person is fighting themselves in so many different ways and yet we never notice. They are people that pass us every day and instead they become ghosts that dance past us through whispers in the wind that we can't seem to hear. Bits and pieces is all we get and then it's gone. Those who decay away but look whole are everywhere we turn and some stories we will never know. They will just be a cry in the night that is hidden by the screams of the waves crashing in the shore.