The wind is chilly. A lass was walking down the empty streets that were covered in ice. She looked up and saw the flickers of the stars that filled up the night sky. Her mind is going to places. As she continued walking, an eerie feeling crept up on her skin. Could it be because

Your eyes fluttered. I looked at you intently, wishing that my eyes could speak for me. Tell me darling, where do I stand? For I would have crossed oceans and mountains, deserts and valleys just to feel, to touch, to share with you the warmth that I’m burning in. I’ve been in this flame for

The problem was me. The problem was always me. It was too depressing to think at first, but as time went on, even the rock on the street could not be blamed for why I tripped. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Oh you mean what’s wrong with me?” “No. I’m asking you if you have a problem.”