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Picture this my Love. You are in a dirty street, alone. There are no people, no cars. It is snowing, and the cold is devouring your exposed hands and nose.The sky is plagued with a massive sea of small white flakes. There is no moon on this night. It is dark, so dark in this street. You can no longer bear the cold as in sneaks into your stomach and forces itself into every muscle, every bone, every capillary in your skeletal body. A light is turned on across the street and you cross to see it. There you stand, in the small box of yellow light that pours onto the dirty, gray snow from the closed window before you. You press closer to the glass, your breath causing a small cloud of steam to form against the window. Through the insipid boundary, the sight catches your breath in it's grip. There is a blazing fire in a small fireplace in a black room, and a small, golden chandelier dangles from the high ceiling. In the middle of the room is a young woman, staring right at you. Her white-blond hair dances around her face, as if caressed by a breeze. At her feet is the motionless form of a body, surely asleep. She approaches the window and draws it open, releasing a few precious drops of the brilliant heat out onto your skin. She beckons you closer, and you approach, thinking it is an invitation to embrace the warmth. You are so close that your bones ache with longing. And then she is out on the street, and the window is gone. In front of you is a brick wall. She shakes her head sadly, but with a mischievous smile on her face. She approaches you, and you stumble away from her only to trip and land in the snow at her feet. She kneels beside you, and runs her fingers across your cheek, leaving small stream of heat behind them. Your vision blurs, then goes black as she whispers to you. The wetness from the snow seeps through your clothes. Then everything goes away, as you lay, alone in the cold, wet, snow, on a dirty street. And you were so close.
This is your insanity.