Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Winter


It burns me thoroughly, the winter air against my skin

As I stand outside it feels like home

The sky is opaque just like my soul

But it's okay. I don't want to go inside

It comes every year

Every Winter, colder than the last

But this time it feels different

Comforting, like a destined freeze of doom

So quite, so strong

It's a blizzard inside of me and it fills me up, helps me breathe

Living cold,I belong here

It is not the end, but a cold, cruel beginning

I enjoy the frostbite

making me ice

making me solid

Frozen


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