Day 697, Winter time. The snow is creeping inside that house, the cracks are growing. Behind the window I see past lives, counting down the seasons. All the conversations that must have been, so mundane. Alone besides the road to nowhere… if only for the winter. Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.