Pora Odejść

The world seemed to be covered in a quiet, harmless, but cold frost. The air froze between the words, and thoughts wrapped themselves in the dog's fur and the blanket. Everything around me seems to live by a schedule of happiness, but my heart is off-schedule and isn't in a hurry to smile. There's something comforting in the honesty of admitting that you're not always "okay." The music flows softly, like breathing before sleep, and in every line, there's a gentle stirring of longing that doesn't frighten but soothes. It's not sadness, it's winter, which knows that spring will come and it will be easier to breathe. For now, just sit in the warmth, letting the silence be a friend for a while.