Traveling I write to illustrate myself. I write to keep from jumping off the highest thing around me. My goal is to make art. I want to express myself in such a way that others can consume it and digest my feelings. That others may find solace in the company of the 11 followers / 463 words
Looking out the window, The melancholy snow stops all. The once bright city desolated left to die smothered by the bitter cold I crave the warmth of a companion someone to hold me. It's never felt so cold Remaining inside