I’m looking up again and it’s Winter. Goddamn Winter. There’s no beauty in the silence, just a cold emptiness that resides somewhere deep within my chest. I’m not whole again and i’m looking up, up up and up, trying to forget that i’m going nowhere but down, down, down. This isn’t what it was, this isn’t what it use to be. I gaze up and i’m not sure if they’re snowflakes or stars, either way they melt and fade, destroyed by the warmth of my fingertips as I try to reach out. I’m trying so hard darling, I’m trying so damn hard to see you when I wake up every morning and when I close my eyes everynight, there’s not a day in Winter that doesn’t remind me of you, and you know why? You were so beautiful and delicate and in the end your fragility was your downfall. Winter turned to snow and with it fresh life came from beneath the ground, but not even Spring could bring you back; and while the pines and spruces grew tall and strong you fell deeper and deeper, decaying in the walls of your dark heavy coffin.