The descends the desolate winter as life is snuffed out by the breath of ice and the greater demons prowl. The active turn dormant, many lives lie sleeping until spring. The cold cocoon of trees nurses the soft heart beat of life that awaits. Demons of the ice and chill prowl and stalk the stubborn who wander. The trickles of water in the earth's vein crystallize and clogs. Life is barely holding.
However, there will come another spring, for life is merely paused, and the cycle of life that was never meant to stop. Through all the similarities, there can never be identical snapshots. Every blade of grass grows a different way, leaves sprout to and from different directions and places, every single animal born different, every leaf falls a different way and every snowflake a different shape. Change is constant, we cannot slow nor stop it but we must learn its flow and to flow with it and not to face it straight on for, in the end, man can only change themselves.
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Valentine's Project
General FictionA 2-Week Daily Short Story Post on Valentine's! Not only concerning purely on romance but drifts to the grey line of missing someone.
