Life is as intense as you want it to be. People in it will bring either tremendous joy or an unbearable pain. She could heal in revenge, hell being her home. But healing through words is the only way of keeping her sanity. Covering the shades of bla...
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Winter is going to kill me someday. Winter is the season that my heart feels, almost every day, every hour I remember pain. Snowing, instead of crying, storms created in my head thatcan't let me be myself. Winter reminds me of people thatdid me wrong, that I did wrong.
Winter is that part of the year that feels like a never ending traumatizing story. As if I'm the villain, I'd be outside dying from cold. Winter is what makes me lose hope in a vast white carpet and blue feeling. A variation of my soul, a bad side of my whole. Winter is what I need to fix through actions and thoughts. Winter is what I need to survive in order to let go.
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