winter

And as I stood there in the chaos of the snow, I fell in love with winter.
I fell in love with the way the cold clung to my skin and how the loneliness of the white night fell.
I didn’t want to love it, the bleak cruel ice.
I was addicted, couldn’t stop drinking it in.
More specifically I was addicted to the freezing emotion, the silence, and how it was the only that that could make me feel.