I miss the cold of home. The familiar embrace of the snow as it covers me whole. Gone are the nights when I would stay up to see the sky fall in beautiful pieces.

There was a place, hidden just for me. It overlook the reaching ice sea. Behind, a city of dreamers wrapped in each others arms. But, none waited for me. So, I stayed in my hidden place till the pain faded away, numb. My eyes were lost in the white as the tears were lost to the wind.

I miss the cold of home. For the pain here burns brightly.