9:30 pm, January 19, 2007
Lonliness strikes at me and I search for comfort, a true face behind all these empty reflections. My eyes reflect eyes, but with no soul behind them. My Mind is trapped beneath the glass, I cannot reach without shattering. I lose myself and hide my heart in the mist.
An expression of forfeit thins the once-thick dark Rivers, and my White is even more empty than it was before. No longer suffocating, but no longer breathing. She feels submissive, but White has nothing to dominate with. We are the shadows beneath a rose, a loose thought.. to match with a loose grip. A quiet voice can open my eyes.
Looking back to early days, losing to the mist,
I see that day has gone, no overtaken (she insists)
I long for the winter to end, for night to transform into day,
But as time passes, we drift Unknown;
THere are no more words to say.
I see the Nature inside of me; the rivers, mountains and snow.
As the spirit grows cold with ice, how will I survive myself?
I do not even know.
Stop, the of winter; a storm.