The love within my cold body

My heart wants to listen to the sounds of the waves, clashing with each others, fighting to kiss the golden shores first.
But it can only hear the noise of disappointed souls.

My heart wants to see the mountains covered with thick white sheets of snow, hiding the weathering on the mountains.
But it can only see the deadlines to misery.

My heart wants to smell the air filled with petrichor, while the cold rain drops creating an abstract​ on the soil, giving thousands a hope to new beginning.
But it can only smell the stale coffee lying by me.

My heart wants to feel the dew resting on the baby grass, when the sky decided to treat the baby grasses with some cool evening.
But all it can only feel is the numbness settling in this body.