• a_girl_has_no_name__ 5w


    The leaves on the trees and the flowers have died. The grass is like needles sticking out from the solid mud below my feet. I could play in the snow forever and nobody can stop me. I feel so free.
    The icy winds freeze me, but it's nice to finally feel something else. When the wind hits me, my veins turn to ice, the coldness in my blood branching, covering every part of me. Winter makes me feel free.