Winter my favourite season.
Layers of snow piling high ontop of cities dence.
Covering away anything in it's path.
It creates a form of fog over the land and the ugly surroundings of busy streets and eyesores.
It brings a beauty of simplicity and similarity.
But underneath is the same old destroyer of nature that is found once everything is thawed.
I cover myself under my bedsheets hoping i am unseen and can not be portrayed by anyone.
But this still does not aid me because underneath i am still me i am still the same old destroyer of nature and hopes.
It's been a while since i posted that i wouldn't fail anyone again and i have for this i am sorry.
No love no loss, although i still seek my closure and comfort.
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