winter smokes in the city..

"Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning." - Giotto di Bondone

"Those moments of peace and concentration that we love and vibrantly control, honestly we don't know what could happen."

The cold; it pierces through skin, bone cold, yet it's that familiar feeling of something free. I've always enjoyed the cold, those moments that fall as they collapse completely into winter. It's a peace that I find, a solace in these seasons, walks through the city seem breathable, long drags of a cigarette as you walk through echoing streets making you feel in control though at the same time you're not, the city just seems to take over and you just seem to take it all in: skinny jeans, converse, and a pea coat.

Walking; I find myself walking often, more so than ever, it allows me to breath better than sitting at my desk trying to write a letter, trying to make a phone call, trying to get the answers that I so desire, the answers to questions that should have never been asked. I suppose you could say that I placed more trust than I should have in her, but what can I say, when I fall, I fall like a season turning into winter. Cheesy line; trust me, I know, though it's difficult to pick up the pieces when you've been broken so far beyond.

"All I'm asking is 'Why?' simple as that.. " - Ryan D.