GroovyFreak12

Life is like a storm that rises in from the East. You cover your ears and wish it weren't real. With eyes shut tight, you sit and wait for the feel of those fingers on your prickly skin. It echoes in your ears, and like a drum it beats in through your heart. And you begin to count, all the parts. Then all the pieces clatter as they are strewn across the table. But your eyes stay closed, the pictures behind your eyelids making patterns in the dark. Slowly, the cold seeps in, creeping over and leaving goosebumps on your skin. Your fingers go numb and you wish you could feel them as you sense the ice forming over your eyes. Lost now, you fe