Miscellaneous Quotes by me

Winter.

I stepped out onto the balcony, the scenery remains the same, nothing ever changes around here. The soothing icy wind chills my bones as it latches itself onto my wrist. Growing painlessly numb and slowly purple. She has left me. Winter's grip has left my bones remorseful and icy. Her seasonal cyanide has entered me, helping to relieve from reality. I collapsed.