Frozen

When I stepped outside, I found everything strangely altered, haunted by a stillness I had never seen before. It was so quiet that I could hear my heart beat, the boiling blood under my skin, I could hear the cold crack and seep into my bones with every aching breath. I did not move.

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The cold conserves moments, dissects, separates, isolates everything to preserve its motionless beauty. Everything exists, nothing becomes anymore. It is destined to stay locked in itself, transparent, exposed, real and thereby restless in a state of melancholic stillness and eternal waiting.

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Never be afraid of the cold. Embrace it as a part of life and confront it with the warmth inside of you to slowly melt what is frozen.
 
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