Monday, December 27, 2010

Cold, white, and windy

Tonight, I painted the ski with silver stars, and the ground in immaculate white. I was a little lonely without you, so I surrounded myself with blocks of snow. I made the temperature very cold, hoping it will freeze your soul and the memory of me. The wind is so strong that it hurts the entire world. I though you deserve to feel something as well.

Image: Turner's Snow Storm