The snow falls like fluttering Angels,
descending upon the earth as if to swaddle it with comfort.
My feet sink deep into the white,
making little report for it is without a frozen crust.
And it is through this muffled silence that I shed my tears.
For what? I cannot determine for cloaked in shadows are the roots or source.
Crushing nostalgia from someone else's memories descends upon me,
and seems to bind the ether together in a storm of emotions, loss and melancholy.
Yet is there no place to properly mourn these lost ones...
These lost loves?
I fall to my knees in pain and anguish, alone,
burning inside with longing.
What radiant embers should find a home in this frozen timber,
with tumbling white lovelies descending from the skies?
Yet I am perpetually drawn into this frozen forest for reasons obscured.
This lovely but burdensome condition has plagued me since my childhood.
I wish I knew whose memories have inflicted themselves upon me,
so that I might pay them homage with silent prayers or the comfort of my presence.
Yet I fear, I shall never know...
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Short StoryWho are you, cowardly fool!? the man managed, about two pints shy of courage. The figure lay silent, shrouded amidst the naked winter trees, slowly moving its arms about with a sickening, crackling sound that entreated nausea to erupt. "Just a con...
