The icy, wind creeps its way through the old windows. Floor to ceiling exposure to the the cold.  We gather blankets from the nooks and crannies of this old farm house.  Trying to keep warm.  With each blanket we fight against the elements.  A struggle to keep winter at bay.  With each blanket comes the dark.  Warmth comes at a price.  I fight to not let that darkness permeate my soul.  It is so close.  Waiting  Patiently.  For me to fall.  For me to surrender to the dark.  To all the pain.  To a ... View Post