wow i think im on crack
Let me follow within the limits of this snowy, white world.
I will fill the blank pages of a book with empty spaces. Like a coloring book whose pages have not yet been desecrated by the feeble hand of a child, grasping a solidified mixture of wax and graphite.
I will the close it, placing it on the shelf, i will fill shelves with them, filling entire rooms with them; leaving everything and nothing as it is.
I will walk along paths that have not yet come to exist, as well as those that have been trampled on a million times. I will walk for years without food or sleep undoing everything and nothing, painting things white and leaving them blank.
All for a chance to stay in this snowy, white world, frozen, and unchanged with time.
I will fill the blank pages of a book with empty spaces. Like a coloring book whose pages have not yet been desecrated by the feeble hand of a child, grasping a solidified mixture of wax and graphite.
I will the close it, placing it on the shelf, i will fill shelves with them, filling entire rooms with them; leaving everything and nothing as it is.
I will walk along paths that have not yet come to exist, as well as those that have been trampled on a million times. I will walk for years without food or sleep undoing everything and nothing, painting things white and leaving them blank.
All for a chance to stay in this snowy, white world, frozen, and unchanged with time.