Winter and Walls

Izzy smiles.

That's her thing.

If she doesn't smile, she'll loose her cool and fall apart. Her walls are high and they guard all the pain in her past.

Izzy doesn't want other people to suffer with her.

So she smiles.

And that's her thing.

But every winter, walls start to break. . .

Thanks people like me.

So Izzy, you can stop smiling and let me carry you for once.

Because I have enough pictures of you smiling.