As that of a winter breeze, your touch so cold, you lay out that of a winter wonderland, but as I walk about you, the breath taking scene is ruined, my weighted prints ingraved upon you, but neverless your beauty is endless, but unquestionably seasonal. The spring comes, and the cold breezes remind me of you, the thought of you presists as you do not. Now summer has approached, and I’ve forgotten you, the thought of seeing you is unimaginable. I walk as I please, no marks to be bestowed with the ground I stand. I walk along the grit filled shore to remanise of kinder times, within the time my shadow has crossed the solemn footprints the tide has already begun to waste away the imprints,as my thoughts have finished to go over our part time causalties, to never again be thought of. The time of sunshine has come to end, as the light hides beneath the horizion, slowly escaping my insightful imigation,the endless darkness that has entirely engulfed the sky, is lit with the cresent shape the size of the sun itself. It only grows darker as the soulfilled cresent grows brighter, bursting at the seams outlined in the sky. My eyes grow heavy, my thoughts slowly drift as I put myself to bed. I close my eyes to sleep, to my suprise I have only just arised. Have I been sleeping the whole time, or have I just began to open my eyes?
