The icy wind and low temperatures of winter may seem like they’re trying freeze you in your place. The cold air may even feel like it’s following you and attacking you whenever it can. But that’s probably just my imagination… or is it?
The icy wind and low temperatures of winter may seem like they’re trying freeze you in your place. The cold air may even feel like it’s following you and attacking you whenever it can. But that’s probably just my imagination… or is it?
I have been staring at them ever since I moved here some time ago, and I still don't have them figured out. I stare at them from across the room, from around the corner, from underneath the chair they're sitting on and, my favourite, from secret hiding places.
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun