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.