Waiting out the winter... I've always been scared of darkness and one day, I found myself sorounded by shadows that infected my mind. Alone, waiting for the snow to fall, captive on my own mind. Somehow, this cold feels warm. Somehow, the wind embraces me in its sorrounding arms. Somehow... ... I keep waiting for the winter to come, because when the snowflakes melt on its gone, I'll be waiting for the sun to burn my thoughts.All Rights Reserved