8 acessos
Small snow flakes in my eyelashes while I try to see you through the storm
White
White winter beneath my skin, under my feet
Ice
Icy cold blood pulsing thick in a frozen heart
And we're back to the start
Sticks and stones in my closed hands while I try to see me on the lake surface
No one
No one here, inside below a hundred degrees
Nothing
Nothing and me divided in a million parts
And we're back to the start