Steadily, as the chill of my breath patterns deeply down a frosted window sill, I watch as countless emerge. From the siren filled morns I listen and watch as lifeless corpses are dragged from a large rumble. I trace my fingers delicately across the frost, feeling the nips of cold ice at my fingertips. After moments time my hand removes itself and I slowly rise, still watching as countless more erupt from every crevice to see what had prolonged into a heap of misfortune. Nor sad, nor astonished, my face shows not of, but as the lights of automobiles blacken and become bleak my mind darts away, showing no emotion as the scenery passes.
I stay silent, listening to the chill frosting over on the warm spots, where my fingers had lied over the tops of my window sill. A grin plasters across my lips, playing with my emotions. My mind has yet to act as my legs begin to travel. Near the window, my fingernails scrape across the newly formed frost, crusting over my long na