But in a way i felt as though the snow falling from the sky would give me an excuse to run and hold you, to tell you i missed you. But no one wants me to turn around. Let alone touch one of their precious souls that they keep locked away, within the walls of that prison. So for now I'll just tilt my head back, hold my tongue out and feel the shape of every snowflakes unique figure. I may release a smile from the gates of hell every time i feel as though you're unhappy. In that forbidden smile I'll pray to your mind, body, and soul for happiness, peace, and release.
~Anna
