Allison Imagining
A world of fragile things.
13.) Winter: is the coldest season of the year, between autumn and spring, marked by the shortest days and longest nights.
"I'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree
[...]
Closing your eyes to disappear,
You pray your dreams will leave you here;
But still you wake and know the truth,
No one's there." -Evanescence, My Last Breath
Hello :) It snowed for the first time in a while. And I forgot how much I love the way it sticks to trees and how oddly pleasant the bitter wind feels against my skin when the world is at peace.
A world of fragile things.
13.) Winter: is the coldest season of the year, between autumn and spring, marked by the shortest days and longest nights.
"I'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree
[...]
Closing your eyes to disappear,
You pray your dreams will leave you here;
But still you wake and know the truth,
No one's there." -Evanescence, My Last Breath
Hello :) It snowed for the first time in a while. And I forgot how much I love the way it sticks to trees and how oddly pleasant the bitter wind feels against my skin when the world is at peace.