My existential crisis

Winter, the misunderstood season. The freezing wind whispering in your ears the echo of a silence, the abcense of the sun even in the middle of the day, the naked trees sideways of this lifeless street, the sky is gray and the snow if falling on the cold ground like angel dust. What if those two irrevelant sentences were just a metaphore, a metaphore of a suffering teenager? Winter Andrew's parents couldn't have found a name that suits their little girl better. Welcome into the mind of a broken one, an angel with a broken wing, a prisoner of her own thoughts. ' I can't silence them, they will always be in my head. I think that from now on, it's no longer about fighting them but try to cohabitat and finally find peace.'

A fiction about a teenager suffering from dysthymia(chronic low mood).