May 2014
The wind blows
Shallow
Through my window
pane
A chill runs up my spine
Forces me
To awaken from my fortress
Of technology and blankets
To look outside
At the real world
Where I fear to tread
Shallow
Through my window
pane
A chill runs up my spine
Forces me
To awaken from my fortress
Of technology and blankets
To look outside
At the real world
Where I fear to tread
