Over the river and through the woods, we tread knowing well what’s ahead of us

Breathless, I watch as frost grows over the windows, the cold air allows me to discern the thoughts forming slowly in my mind, and fire which despite freezing temperature continues to fill my chest. Can I embrace you, to wake me from oblivion? Brush upon your lips lightly, offer a kiss, and rage against the … Continue reading Over the river and through the woods, we tread knowing well what’s ahead of us