Some long years are gone, so much passes in this time, like an abyss, deep and hungry, and i think hope tastes its fine. So many dreams were fallen down, and I've lived in days of emptiness. So many doubts were grown, and my room dived into darkness. I heard me scream...
Then I understood, that I'm a prison of myself. Life is not that easy, not off the shelf.
Bleeding hearts have to heal, you can't buy a new one. I had bad things to feel, and the scars are never gone. But you can change your fate, open your window. go out of your gate, and start to shovel snow.