I watch the clouds in the sky from my windowsill slowly blanket the earth with layers of snow. The glass under my fingertips feel like ice and my breath fogs the window pane as the night folds in, casting a long shadow looming over me all the way up to my bedroom wall. I can hear the shadow whispering its malicious words in my ear, the words drilling into my already-broken soul like an old tape recorder repeating itself over and over again. Its calling to me ... provoking me ... toying with the feelings I didn’t want to feel in my bones.
I feel like a small lonely dandelion, floating away with the wind. The rain is my friend as it grants me growth and food, the sun is my brother for it has helped with my nutrients and the wind is my saviour as it carries me away, saving my petals from getting wrecked.
When my heart is full of love, I’ve never felt more alive than ever. All my worries are but small fragments from my heart and soul and mind and all of my fears fall away like withered petals. I am free from all things that have been emitted upon me, like a sinless angel who falls under God’s laws from the Bible in Heaven....