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~Standing on the Brink of Winter~
I am standing on the brink of winter, the jagged outline of barren trees on the horizon. Death is upon me. Every which way I look, rotting has consumed the earth. What little is left of the fading season hides to keep itself from an untimely demise.
The wind sweeps in around me, dragging the browning leaves about my head, as if to say, “HA! There is no escape from this!” The cold begins to consume me. It begins to eat away at my insides, just as if I were one of the sad trees blowing leafless in the harsh wind.
The ice blue sky taunts, seeming so endless and empty, devoid and content in its vacant nature. I feel, I too have succumbed to the sky’s cruel nature, become cold and limitless, and lost in my own mind.
I desperately seek a source of warmth in the frigid air. I beg for a fire to fill the emptiness in my aching soul, a heat to up lift me beyond the skies and the winds and the death and decay.
I falter my hands empty and my eyes filled with tears. No comfort here, as the droplets chill and chap my already reddened skin. No comfort here…
I am standing on the brink of winter, the jagged outline of barren trees on the horizon. Death is upon me. Every which way I look, rotting has consumed the earth. What little is left of the fading season hides to keep itself from an untimely demise.
The wind sweeps in around me, dragging the browning leaves about my head, as if to say, “HA! There is no escape from this!” The cold begins to consume me. It begins to eat away at my insides, just as if I were one of the sad trees blowing leafless in the harsh wind.
The ice blue sky taunts, seeming so endless and empty, devoid and content in its vacant nature. I feel, I too have succumbed to the sky’s cruel nature, become cold and limitless, and lost in my own mind.
I desperately seek a source of warmth in the frigid air. I beg for a fire to fill the emptiness in my aching soul, a heat to up lift me beyond the skies and the winds and the death and decay.
I falter my hands empty and my eyes filled with tears. No comfort here, as the droplets chill and chap my already reddened skin. No comfort here…