A Letter to my Sister
Winter has come and so has my days of fragility . The fumes of clouds rise up from the grounds leaving off the moisture onto the grass symbolising how you lift my soul as fumes , the insecurities left behind as the drops Nature hasn’t made me capable enough to pay gratitude in a better way so here is how i am finding a method in madness . The minimal tools of words i’ve got and i try to sculpt a thing or two which in any way describe you the feel i feel . This is isn’t just a regular winter . It is THE WINTER . You remember the winter i found you i said you there shall be one fine season which will free me off my shackles of insecurities and anxities . Yes , this is the one Together we have come so far fighting every LEVIATHAN every APOCALYPSE. Amidst the shadows , through the darkness , though much is still onboard what yeah the sails are up and im glad that you are the captain of my ship The gods have not been kind to you ,not even a little and i curse my...
