The Cold

by HelluvaGirl

Do you remember what the cold sounds like? It sounds like eternity. Persistent. Relentless. Indifferent. The ground numbed into senseless inebriation together with everything it carries. A fairy-tale spell of oblivion. Something one can only hope to survive without a shadow of emotion. No pain, no fear, no grief. Just an occasional weary breath instantly turning into a frozen sliver of one's soul. The cold sounds like your silence.Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestmailFacebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestmail