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Maestro, music!

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At first I felt a little chilly.

It was my first time that something changed.

Chilly and somehow drawn back from others.

And as time kept passing, I got colder and colder inside.

I can't remember what froze first.

Was it my heart?

My brain?

My hands?

I can't.

I can't remember.

I think... it was my soul.

Maybe, maybe a tiny tip of it.

Maybe it touched something cold and just like a virus it kept infecting me and spreading.

And... and as it spread I kept changing and turning from warm flesh and blood into cold, shiny crystals,

Elaborate and delicate,

But... so unreachable for human nature to understand.

And day after day, without me knowing, my body engulfed my cold soul.

And year after year you could see it.

I had become one with it.

I had become it.

I really can't remember when the final transition happened.

But I can remember that I was not always 

Cold.

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*All images and original story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018
(Images taken with Nikon D3400 - AF-P NIKORR 18-55 mm)

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Apologies for the "heavy" moodiness of this post, but sometimes life brings you back memories and words just help you cope with them. Thank God we have art, poetry, words, pictures... anything, anything that you can channel your emotions through and reach this desirable and alleviative catharsis of yours.

Thank you so much for your time!

Until my next post,
Steem on and keep smiling, people!