The night was almost over, the aroma hung over the edge of time.
While the cold still ambushed my body, leaving the sensation in
skin pores, piercing stabbing the heart adds to the pain. White
this is torturing. Silence became my only friend. I hate
atmosphere like this. As the dark night drags me into the imagination room,
wading through a sea of memories, sweeping into the memories of the past.
I was choked, my throat ached. The shadow of an old girl
a dozen years of mastering my head cavity, dancing around cornering me
corner of the room is frozen.