Frostbitten Thoughts Sitting at the table, before a frosty chessboard, my kindest memories and thoughts sit in a cup beside me filling the room with a calming aroma of coffee. Incense burning a deep cherry scent, its smoke calmly dances across the room caressing the windows glass. Small snowflakes gather, pressing themselves against the other side of the glass, as if daring their fate to meet the warmth of the smoke. But the dainty little snowflakes refuse to melt behind the thin veil of glass and the cherry smoke continues its dance happily. The shadows lengthen, and the room grows dark, my memories and thoughts turn cold. The smoke ceases its dance and the snowflakes stuck upon the glass are left alone, joyless, in mourning. Silently, the dark sky breaks, blushing deep red under a blanket of clouds. Gently, the sky begins to sing her song. A low rumbling lullaby to comfort the blanketed ground below. Lavender Roses A lavender rose blooming from my veins. Black ink scrawled upon the papers before me with an unintelligible meaning. All around me, in this tiny dimly lit room, the world is silent – only broken by the crinkling of the melting ice within my glass. I’m sitting in a river of my own words with no discernible way out. But why am I complaining? Aren’t we all drowning? There is nothing special about a blooming rose spilling wilting petals upon the floor, or a silent scream that everyone hears and everyone abhors. I wish to escape, but how do you escape reality? My only escape is in my dreams beyond the garden of lavender roses. Where there is laughter and love. No hatred or screaming, none of the everyday horrors that life faces us with. It is there that I am at peace, where I am not lonely, and there is no need to sow the seeds of the lavender roses sprouting from my veins. Rosaline Winters is a simple woman living with her beloved dog. Through her veins runs a river of coffee whose flow is never ceasing. She aims for a peaceful life, to be able to just be, and coexist. Her mind may wander aimlessly in the shadows for days on end, but the light will always call her forth.
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