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Cold-dead...

Среда, 13 Октября 2004 г. 11:45 + в цитатник
Цитата сообщения ПотерявшийсяСтранник ...And the storm just began to cover up everything with white snow. The snow itself, despite the beauty, was unpleasant, raging against pedestrians on the streets, trying to separate them from heat of their bodies. The city, as a whole, was running away in a terror, as if darkness followed it. Even light of streetlamps, that was set loose upon darkness, passes before it, creating just a badly lit places as a result. I was barely see in a gloom. Its seems that blizzard was gathering its power, and prepares to crush anyone who dears to oppose it. The dead-cold wind pierces through weak human flesh, stealing the rest of warmth from deep inside. With screams and howls like a thousands of ghouls, wind starts to blow more forcefully. Sticky humid snow was acting like a swarm of flies, trying to break inside my body, through my mouth and nose, cut through my eyes. The snow flies under my clothes, bringing its very coldness closer to me. I was standing on the street, without a single move. People were going by before me and no one gets his attention on me. Cars, covered with snow, dashes back to its garages like insane, as if they can feel this cold. Soon my body was behaving on its own and starts to resist this curse of cold. Shakes run throughout me in a struggle for remaining heat. At these moments, a human will realize his weakness before Mother Nature and try to run away from cold. I was there alone, standing confused as if I sensed cold for first time. I suddenly realized that this cold was inside me before. Cold was inside my body, inside my heart, inside my mind and I instinctively trying to resist it, but now, when I understand this I decided to accept it instead of resisting it. I have cleaned my mind from rest of fears to be frozen relaxing my body, and soon felt no cold, because cold was always inside me and it is no matter that its cold outside. Strong like a blizzard and cold like a dead. The snowstorm become more ferocious and seems to be glad, as if it gets one more undead warrior to its minions...

 

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