The silence here is heavy, but the frost is constant. Every time the wind howls through these cracks, I wonder if it’s searching for something that was lost a long time ago... or if it's just looking for a warmth that no longer exists. ❄️
Does anyone else feel like they're just a shadow of who they were meant to be? Or is it just me? #Empty #Cold #LostTruths #MissingPieces