ART FOR THE HEART NEW WRITING 20

I awoke today with cold hands, then, I walked, trying to move my body to see if I could regain the warmth but something unsuspected happened, since, I heard an inner voice saying:

"It is not your hands that are cold, but it is me, who have lost the breath, and the wind is to blame for, because it took away that, which would give me warmth. It is not your hands, that are cold, they are not to blame. It is me, who don't understand any reason.

I don't know if you know this, but your heart is somewhat different and special, thus, it is not your hands that are cold, but, the reason is that the hands that used to touch your hands, don't give warmth any more. And I no longer know where they are. But when I find them again, I will feel warmth again and you will also, feel it, between your hands again."