Literature
Hand against the blizzard
“White lies like snowflakes run across the dark, forming a drape of pale, where every truth may mingle one another and brew a reality of their own amongst ours. A drape so deceiving it has the power to adopt a man to its host.
Though only when white rests on black, the true world is revealed.
Beautiful flakes viewed from afar, never being let into the warmth of the dark reality, but kept away distant enough so that one’s glance would bring nothing but a smile, for it is a sight very elegant.., although it is a simulacrum of lies to stare into…
They've grown so cold and distant they can't be let into the warmth, for it is