Winternight

There was nothing but darkness and endless night. Small stars watched from distant skies, relentlessy casting their light over ice covered wastes devoid of any life.

She had retreated to this room, chained herself to barren walls of distant memories, now grown hard as stone. They had been repeated so many times, nothing that was left to bask her soul. Not even a glimpse of red hot summer skies or the churning heat of a passionate lovers touch.

No plans for a life or a future among human beeings. What could they give other than misery, disapointment and false promises. Better to give in to the cold, to escape the cycle of endlessly spinning pain.

Bone chilling coldness, once shunned, now welcomed like the hand of a caring mother. It wont be long until the snow would cover it all, casting a blanket of white oblivion.

A promise of release from the circles of a merciless world. A way beyond that churning winternight. A step of hope ...