Creative Writing out of random pictures I take. (Part 1?)

Eerie. Empty. Quiet. Alone. Things one can use to describe torture methods, but all together, creates a winter like no other. You prefer walking through this mess of snow, your footsteps slowly getting filled and forgotten by the snowfall. Not one person for miles, you truly are isolated in this winter. It makes you happy. You smile, smile at the loneliness, the emptiness of the cold. The quiet fills your mind with nothing. You prefer it as such. Thoughtlessly trudging through the blizzard. No destination in sight, you're at peace with yourself. The snow glistens, glows even, as the sun breaks through ever so slightly, just to be shut off by the clouds once again. The cold is making you feel number by the minute. But you can't go back now, you're already so comforted. 

1. What is the point anyways? Leaving heaven is just gonna leave you saddened, it'll bring back all these bad thoughts. Being around people will only make you worse. Stay like this. Stay here just longer. No one will be mad if you stay. You're happier here. Your mindless, numbed, comforted self. The cold makes people crazy, but what about the ones who are already crazed? It's love from mother nature. A gift paying you back for your years of suffering through sadness and hate, of being outcasted. Don't be happy. Don't be sad. Just live here. Unbothered by anyone else, stretching for miles, you are given time to live.

Hours after hours. You found a destination. You can't shiver, and don't think of warmth, only thinking of sitting in that chair. What will happen if you do? You can't stop moving now, what will happen... why are you caring? Why are you still thinking? Is there still a doubt in your mind? Surely not, listen to your instincts, take a rest. Rest is important for a growing human. Will you be growing much anymore? Stop that, stop thinking. Just do. Do what is needed of you. You aren't scared of the cold, the colds taken most of you. You don't shiver despite the blackened hands. Your legs are nothing but numb. They're oh so cold, frozen stiff in this weather. Somewhere to rest those numbed legs of yours, is vital. It must be. 

You smile, as the chair smiles back, inviting you in. Sit down. Let the snow blanket you. Comfort is here, and it's yours. Forever, and ever. You sit down. You sit down. You can't remember why you are. You can't stand up. You can't move. You're too stiff. Look up, the snowfall is beautiful. You can't wait to see it once your eyelids stop being frozen shut. You can't feel it either, but you know it's their. Overcoming your entire body. Sinking you in deeper. Don't move, you can't. You learned to like this love.

Any feedback will be appreciated, on both the pictures and the writing! Excuse the weird formatting, I wrote this in discord and copy pasted it so it came out all weird in especially the 2nd paragraph :p