It seems like time stopped , or maybe it really did ?
Cold wind stroked my face freezing my toes and the tip of my fingers , as I type .
It's the darkest hour before the light. I am pretty sure I will have a headache later on , but I can hardly bring myself to care now that I inhaled freezing my lungs .
Usually I'd close my eyes, but now, I did not want to. I kept them open as if attemting to take in every star in this endless sky before the morning light would make them fade away .
I filled my ears with nature silence before people would ruin it again.
I smoked the ice cold air so I'd freeze my lungs. I'd lay my head the wall.
I actually will let this machine go so I can bidd the last star good by, and welcome the sun once again.
