My time stopped to ease my thoughts with stories of old as the cold saw it's discontent. While I was wrapped in warmth with a friend against the ice and the frost as dehydration showed it usual face. Living in a white torrent place wishing for a dry fruitful space. Knowing if we were outside our bodies would be frozen without decay. Our breath will be visible and seen looking for something green. knowing loneliness is tough to cope as you see a wintery *****. In a baroness wilderness there's no boat to sail or vote to cast I just wish we lived in one united class.