Running over and through you
Chilling and reborn.
Those feels you get waking after a long slumber curled upon yourself in a ball. Rotating around and within yourself, a trap. Eyes open yet you see nothing at all. It shall pass as does time I grant you this. You must embrace the unique balance which resides within, in order to take the next step.
Ah winter I hate to see you go, and yet soon it must, but spring has her own designs.