Internal winters melt
I hate winters. Sure..holidays are happy..but with that happiness always comes depression and increased suicide rates.. And then somewhere out on this winding road is Brian..and Brian hits a crossroads out there. The sings are all faded and unreadable, and there's no lights in the distance through the thick trees down either road. They both look exactly the same. So its here that I sit down, on a stone, looking down each road. Somone steps out of the trees up ahead down one of the road and beckons. A sweet face, warm smile. Down the other road blows a cold wind, and some fallen leaves, while the trees begin to grow more desolate and uninviting. Its winter down that path, nobody walks down that road anymore..down the other she still smiles, asks me to come with her. Light filters down through the leaves, the air is warm in that direction, and it seems that finally I'll have a companion to walk with mile after mile. But in my emptiness, I'm still weary of company..and I could easily continue the lonely bitter road alone, till I reach the end, or until I become lost. Its a hard call due to the fact that I could be happy either way. Yet I am tempted..tempted to give up this long lonely walk, to see where that road takes me.. Slowly I take two steps forward. She smiles.