Lost feeling

I close my eyes, so they won't know. My thoughts are my own and I listen: the wind is lightly blowing; packing and digging of snow; the train in the distance; the snowflakes falling to my face and coat; the whispers of those I keep out, and then the hush. I open my eyes to find their faces towards mine and my thoughts pouring out of my eyes. They are disguised and hidden though and the crooked smile on my face, possibly let's them realize, they won't see my thoughts, they can't. I look down and see my legs covered in snow. My ass is wet. I can't tell if I'm cold or not because I've lost feeling. . . Finally.