I'm standing here,
it's cold,
all around me there is winter,
everything is silent.
I'm in the middle of nowhere,
trees cover my horizon,
under my feet there is ice,
and a face.
It's my face,
but it's not my reflection,
I see me screaming,
trying to break the ice.
Still, I'm standing there,
watching,
waiting, for someone?
then deciding.
(an old dream)
