outside, it's getting colder by the day / inside you could probably say the same / it's the kind of chill you can feel inside your bones / the kind of frost that'll leave you shivering all alone / the kind of ice that shatters into pieces if you're lazy / more irreparable than the falling petals of the frozen daisies.
it's building and building, but up to what? in the movies, these families are time bombs.
please get better.
the gray colours outdoors hold back my soul