I sat there , still , on the forest floor, all alone. The carpet of leaves where covered in a thin layer of frost . The numbing cold surrounded me. I was lost , not in the litual way, but in a metaphoric tongue twister of uncertain emotions. The cold winds swayed in a rhythmic time loop , with each breaze getting colder. The ripples of ice on every leaf , gave me a soothing feel of satisfaction. I looked down to my laced shoes , both identical and pleacing to the eye. I slowly untied my shoes , and retied them in an effort to waste time. As, it got colder i slowly started to cradle myself into the fetal position. I had nowhere to go . The quite forest gave a vibe of protection , one simular to a mothers love. I didn't want to leave.
Crunch. I looked up in curiosity ....
