asrai

I love chilly, cloudy autumn days when the sky has so much depth. Dark tree branches reaching upward let go of their last fiery accents, the only colors left in a dreary grey world. And as my skin begins to feel the air turn icy, I myself am frozen for a moment in time. Another year is coming to an end, another winter to spend alone. Will this heart that loves you continue beating inside my chest, or fail in misery of your absence?