Snow

I live in a dream; in my dream I am the actor, the writer, and the stage crafter.

My dream stays alive until I'm dead.

In my dreams I see people I have never seen, people I have dreamed of, people I haven't seen in years. I can also change the way they feel and fixiate their emotions so they can benefit my mood.

In my dreams I can change history, I can turn green fields into black fields, I can turn my biggest fear into water, even turn you into melancholy.

In my dreams I see hell in a display at a supermarket. I see blue skies and no rain.

If only I could apply my selfishness into this real life i'm stuck in, If only I could!

The world I live in is slowly ending. What do you do when you can't do anything at all?

I'll be very clear about this: When I see snow falling at this velocity I want to push it all back.

I don't want this to end so quickly. I don't want it to keep falling because it'll eventually cover me until I can't breathe anymore.

You are beautiful, but your coldness can kill a whole population slowly, painfully, and quietly.

When you attack, everything turns quiet, nothing moves except you.

You freeze, unfold, and expand in a matter of seconds.

That's what you do.