I am sliding on the icy road - nearly a mirror... Sad, it's not polished - perhaps I'd be able to see the reflection in it, including deep set aqua-clored eyes, fitted into the pale face, messy, fiery wild hair surrounding it, being blown by the winter wind... Slightly closed eyes, which avoids sun so much, and the gaze - witch's gaze. Or is it... One of fallen soul?
Everyday, it's the same... Sometimes I wish I broke this darkness and shyness inside (Or maybe within? gosh, it's so easy to talk in this language... though I don't know it good enough...) - as if in 'Crawling'...
Yes, I KNOW - I am one of the fallen. But is there any way to get away of this? Somehow I start wondering if writing in English would be better? No, not because of rating... I don't mind it. But fluency, being able to describe everything exactly as I think - this might be the reason. Funny - I even try thinking in it... Scenarios? Nice idea... But very difficult to...