THE COLD GUSTS OF WIND BIT AT MY CHEEKS, PAINTING MY EARS CRIMSON.

“will you come with me tonight?” i asked, though my voice was barely carried beyond the curtain of icy silence. the words hung there, in a dilemma, delicate snowflakes in midair, waiting for another soul to breathe life into them. who knows when the answer will come? and so i stand here still, alone, yet not entirely forsaken.

                           i wait, and i still wait
                                 [ @egyeoulie ] ♡