Steadily folding inside, filled with ice cold emotions cutting through images of the past.
Letting ghosts appear and vacate just as quickly, leaving footprints in the snow of yesterday's turmoil.
Quickly moving away from the visions with a fear filled with frozen emotions.
Standing off to the side, sensing perceptions from back then.
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Ah, what deep feelings went into this. Read mine - Brush Strokes - Adeline