Myy winter :D lovee

My winter its a paradox, isnt it? Im wrapped in this thick, red coat like a shroud, but the sun its burning through the sky, a blinding, golden wound in the cold blue canvas. Im standing on this frozen, gritty path, my breath hanging like a ghost in the air, and I cant help but feel hollow. Its not the snow thats the problem, its the way it shines. Its glittering, mocking, reflecting that harsh, indifferent sun that doesnt care if Im freezing or not. My shadow? Its stretched out, long and thin, like a silent, defeated plea reaching for something thats already gone. The trees? Bare, skeletal fingers clawing at the sky, stripped of their warmth, just like me. I love it, though. I love this winter. Its the only time I can stand here, under this sky, and feel truly, utterly, and strangely beautiful. The world is silent, stripped down to its bones, and in that starkness, Im alive. Im not just surviving, Im thriving. Im a snowflake caught in the sun, and Im okay with that. Its the most unique, the most intense, the most depressingly beautiful season. I love it. I love it.

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