Like lightening.... but less extreme.

stuck at school after the paSs over. 

the sky is drab. nothing bUt clear winds and reflective snow.

my least favouRite.

I enjoy when the clouds are gRey filled with dense misery. 

when you cant see morE than a few metres infront of your person.

when your shadow becomes the leAd filled ash. 

no longer human but an amaLgamation of natures creations.

down to the last thread of skin. 

woven through muscLe, bone, and marrow.

forced to exist in a state of cOnstant feeling.

not pain but something worse, the same feeling of harsh breezes agaiNst brittle skin. 

something that will dry and flakE to its core.