• you blew away the danilion seeds and planted a garden in the frost

    music lines came off pages and floated in your head

    winter showed up knocking on your door, painting frost from your windows

    you ignored her call, so she scratched and screamed.. her voice is the very howl of

    wind that keeps you awake in the middle of the night.

    you opened the door after many days to finally let her in

    and there she stood with a young boy by her side

    his eyes as cold as the grey that covers the skys during the

    most dull and quiet of frozen mornings

    "Come back when your heart is warm" you say before pushing her

    out of your door, dragging the young boy along, who

    throughout the whole time remains emotionless.

    but you could not touch her again, for she froze away

    your feeling.

    She started screming again, and the screeches were like spitting venom

    but the clouds broke apart and down came a rain from the sea

    with salt. It was the winters assasin and she melted on your

    door step, you heard the voice of summer picking out

    your garden from the frost, and planting it in the hands of

    the boy with winter -so grew sunflowers in his palms

    and his eyes glowed like in the evening

    which not even the sun could be compaired.

    he was now the golden boy untill the last days

    that the locuses sang, before Autumn takes

    over and he becomes the painted leaves on the trees.

    "You ran out of canvases, my dear"

    Said she, in the begining days of fall

    And that is how she began painting the

    bark on the trees and the sound in the air.

    Yet the boy remains silent.

    "You are very kind, but come back when this

    boy can speak" you say

    And so she did, bringing back

    spring who brought even, you

    back to life.

    When they returned you had

    covered your hands in dust

    from the drought, trying

    to fill in

    the cracks of the earth with mud.

    "take this"

    said the boy, his very first words

    to you as he held out his hand..

    you could not hold on, for your hands

    covered in mud slipped out

    of his...

    "why will you not hold on?"

    and it was from that point on

    the world felt like a sea of marbles

    rolling under your feet

    "Oh...but Where am I now?"
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