A deep breath, a slow inhale, a release. Cold air left a pair of soft lips that pursed inwards, clearly upset at the unfavorable weather. Again the lips released cold air into the wind. A small caramel colored nose tinted a bright hue of red rested above the lips, a bridge of freckles running wildly acoss the nose, spreading thin onto the checks, who also shared the color change. The rest of the face Shivered, reveling long black carls that hung loosely without a care in the world. Black pupils held a blue ring around them, both of which carefully scanned the wintery wanderland in front of them. The street lights gloved their dim hues under the snow, shining as brightly as they could. Snow flakes, all probably too small to see clearly, floated gently can to the grand, collecting with others before them. From the parchit made it easier to enjoy the view, blocked mostly from the elements. Silently the viewer continued to watch. Again they took in a breath, remaining happy of the slight moment of uncomfortability, which reminded them they were alive. Shaking what snow had fallen in to the multitude of curls, they continued to stare, getting lost in the thoughts of the day. What had transpired, what could have, should have, would have been. But what did it matter? The day was over, the night and calm were here. There was quiet. A peace only obtained in the sleep of night, and only those plagued with too great of minds to be asleep. An almost mocking giggle ran free from the mouth that had watched itself well enough today. The eyes accompanying the mouth and nose darted back and forth along the snowy landscape, as if searching for the answer why. But that was already clear. For the calm now, for the ability to think on the days past, to cry, to vent it out and to take a moment to be in the calm of life. The carls on top of the head bounced lightly as they stood, and wrapped a blanket tighter around their shoulders and neck. Letting at a sigh, the Soul made their way out into the snow, standing their for a second, letting the body made for them achance to acclimate. Once this was done, they raised their head to the sky and closed their eyes, and spoke.
"I hate it here. I hate dealing with the shit I have to deel with. I hate that life is hard and that I have to suck it the fuck up. It's bullshit. But that's ok. Cause bull shit don't last forever, and eventually it turns to grass or whatever." Another slow deep breath. "I can take a moment to be in my Calm, to be in my own space.. I can be who I want to be here, and I'm working to be that person everywhere. I can be strong. I can smile. I can have everything I want, and most importantly, I can love." with every ward Spoken a tremble threatened to interupt what seemed to be affrimations. The wind blew, moving snow blindly across the street. No one else was around, no one else to hear the small sniffles of the soul keeping it togther. Then again, no one needed to hear, for there were millions of other souls all crying out in their own ways that snowy night as well. Cries of frustration, anger, despair, fear, and sadness. All crying out individually, but equally as a whole. Reaching and yearning to accept the pain the take it away. And like the snow, one by one the souls crying out found their calm. Be it losing themselves quietly in a bottle, or a blunt. Others in a walk in the weather. Wether it was to sit in the snow as our first soul was, or to escape in some other form, the night became quiet and calm, the feeling of security that a calm they found themselves would at least be a constant they could all look forward to. And as the snow drifted this way and that, the curly haired soul turned to head back in their home, their rosy cheeks stinging from the tears freezing to them. But while they walked, a smile had broken across that slightly freckled face of theirs.
