Coldness

Winter depression. A term that is totally foreign to me. What is more beautiful than the smell of wet leaves around you if you wander in the dark through the cold streets?

Anhören Umschrift The sound of earth and wet grass under your shoes when everything is pushed into the ground, the rain in your face, let you live, let you feel alive.
Coldness. Coldness is good. Can be good because ... you can give yourself to the coldness and you can fight it.

Heat? Heat burns. More they can not. But coldness can encase you and bring you slowly back to life. Well. My point with this entry? I'm okay. Finally it's winter, because I've sorted out my room, because I'm in the beginning to change, because their eyes have not forced me to my knees. Because it's okay.