The freezing grasp of winter.
Could take the darkest night and freeze it to an explosion of bright crystals.
Could take the sunniest of mornings to freeze her with sun rays made of frozen needles.
Like words.
Those which we shouldn’t ever allow to be spoken aloud. The unkind ones.
Words that are so mean and cold that could instantly freeze in chains the warmest deeds.
Could make you realize that you’re above them.
Feeling them clenching your soul means that you are alive and strong.
The strong one is patient. Be patient.
Spring will come eventually.
For each of us.
Andreea Radu 