I love the cold.
A wide desolate snowy wasteland in front of me.
The way the ice builds in forms allowing a chilling gust of wind smoothing out our stress.
After losing so much I turn to the cold.
I want the ice-cold frost creeping from the corners of my mind and body ,chilling me to the soul.
The desolate wasteland of my sanity ,once empty now filled with the satisfaction of snow.
A cold grey sky staring down at sun doesn't bother to show in my chilling blue glow of the ice takes me away from my life freezing all that was once moving and chilling me into a temptation of eternal sleep with the promise of ice and snow and the glory of the power of frost.
Not even fire could melt it's way through the tragedies I have been through.a scream of the blizzard howls through out my mind with it's glaciers of terror and wind dies down leaving me encased in a block of ice.
My true home.
The frostbite of Insanity numbs my Mind,Soul,and body.
-Emma G.