Once upon a time, my world froze. Thick snow blanketed every bright skyscraper in my horizon and every neon light that sparked my skies. In that moment, the cold winds that governed my heart expelled into the outside realm of my existence, and I nearly died in an ice storm of my own fabrication. I recall those December days when I hid on the bottom bunk and slept away the sort of sadness that devoured my soul. Yet I would wake up and that torture worked away at me once again.
Yet Time appeared, and with her knowing eyes she cast away those golden demons that used to bleed me dry. My bitterness thawed and my temperate winds yielded to a wisdom beyond my age. And as I stare at a reflection that I have learned all too well, I realize that there is nothing more precious in this world than you and me, baby.