As the wind beats against this old house, I feel the cold air charge through the cracks in the wall and attack my dry skin. Shivering, I huddle up in a blanket with more holes than protection and I wonder why am I here? It’s a cold winter night in the middle of no where and I am here in an old house with no one but the wind. I have lost myself. I don’t know how I got here and I can’t remember where I used to spend my nights. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t want to remember.
This was just a scene in my head that I couldn’t get out so I figured I should write it down. It also happens to pertain to this link below conveniently 🙂