Each turn I make burns into a regret I hate. but if each step I take, shows a different face I create, maybe this path wont hesitate to shake the pace of my fate.
I awoke It was freezing, my skin burned. The wind blew, drying my eyes with each blink. I was covered, something blinding me, as I shivered. I was only just arriving. but it felt like the end. -Sarah Schieman