Aventain Forest

My breathe against the frost-filled windows revealed thoughts that reflected only on the past. When I ask myself " Is the world balanced , will these feelings of remorse disappear?" countless selves plaster themselves on to the window; and I'm stuck in this chimera of hope which only breeds insanity. If I could go back in time, I would ensure myself to never be this faint of breath. I would never had gone to Aventain forest. I remember it as clear as crystals...