a flurry of bitter crystals twirl around high.
inside, you know there is somewhere which you can lie.
climbing up the steps, the grey city greets your eyes. warm lights of wicker prance outside.
across the wires you go, glancing carefully you stride.
until you meet your demise.
You walk up to the gate. It seems the gatekeeper isn't here today.
Sigh.
You pay her to be here and guard the gate, and yet she doesn't. You haven't a clue where she goes, so it isn't possible to find her. Though, you have to ponder why you need a gatekeeper in the first place. You live in the middle of nowhere, and only friends visit you. You suppose you're just paranoid... But that's a question for another day.
While walking into your frozen garden, you admire the white that has surrounded everything. White was always your favorite color- especially with food. You'll always eat vanilla yoghurt and ice cream, and white carrots and white mushrooms. There's just something about it that looks scrumptious to eat.
The stream has frozen, a bank of fluffy snow surrounding it. Your footsteps crunch in the snow, heading towards the bridge that leads to your home.
The bridge.
im ready for chrimma