33 Celsius

The temperature is approaching 33 degrees below zero and the weather is very cold outside and the snow is still falling on the roads, and there is no sound in the house other than the sounds of burning firewood in the fireplace. Sometimes the phone rings but the fault is always wrong call, I can confirm that my house has become like a cemetery, the frozen cemetery seems to exist in the far north pole, frozen from everything the blood is frozen in the veins, and the breath comes out with vapor,It prevents me from seeing well, everything became cold, even the cheap cigarette smoke, until the memories became cold as death ,It will never be repeated and became like a ghost who visited me from time to time in dreams and sometimes in reality in the form of fantasies may be mad as for me I spend most of the time in the bathtub between the boiling water, which is about 50 degrees Celsius, and when I get out of the bathroom to eat some food or hot drinks, the memories are renewed every step I take at home , everything here is gone away, everything around me over, and I still snow falling outside I do not see any one from the window passes in the street, I feel as if happened in this district, a nuclear leak and everyone here far isolated and threatened with death at any moment, it's Drama of the most effectively dramatic extreme degree, the drama is repeated every day of every detail and nothing changed me,the day begins in the bathtub between the rising steam, which fill the place wait and wait for , maybe something happens .