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Winter of my life
I guess I should write something interesting as a final thought.
I've always liked winter, but I never thought about it representing the dark, gray, and cold period in anyone's life... When you don't want anything anymore and you're lying in a snowdrift of numerous problems or boundless apathy, without the strength or desire to get up... On such days, an icy frost sets in, encompassing the depths of my soul, sucking out the few bright colors that remain... And then my subconscious comes to the rescue, creating an angel whose red hair dispels the darkness like a bright summer sun, and fills my world with various colors, albeit artificial, but so pleasant...
Happy upcoming or already passed holidays.
I guess I should write something interesting as a final thought.
I've always liked winter, but I never thought about it representing the dark, gray, and cold period in anyone's life... When you don't want anything anymore and you're lying in a snowdrift of numerous problems or boundless apathy, without the strength or desire to get up... On such days, an icy frost sets in, encompassing the depths of my soul, sucking out the few bright colors that remain... And then my subconscious comes to the rescue, creating an angel whose red hair dispels the darkness like a bright summer sun, and fills my world with various colors, albeit artificial, but so pleasant...
Happy upcoming or already passed holidays.