Snowy day

[bubble_soap]

Last time i saw snow in Paris, it must be four years ago. I can't tell how i felt when i saw this white powder through my window, when i walked on it, when i touched it, and felt it falling on my skin. I always have loved snow. I love cold things, i avoid sun as much as i can, my skin is so pale people always think that i'm sick. They're always shocked when i tell them i love winter better than summer. I love night as well, maybe not more than day, but i love it as much. I think people are afraid of those cold, black things because it's unconditionally linked to death. And people are afraid of death. They don't really like to talk about it, they don't really want to face it.

Well, i like to talk about it. I can't say that i'm not afraid to die, but i can say that i see death for what it really is : part of life.