I came inside Winter

I came inside Winter. It is a strange world which has no words.                      I like this silence. Probably I am very tired of the old Autumn which reminds of death. Leaves were like brown stains and the ground was a black color.                     Black birds were flying above me. I am tired of the black and brown colors of the sad Autumn. Winter has a white dress. White color has the breathing of eternity. It is much better than the black color of death. My sad feelings are frozen by cold weather.                      I open my eyes in the morning. It is my new day. I came inside Winter. I came inside this day. I came inside life again. I know that I am tired of this Winter too. I know that I am tired of this day.                     Probably I am tired of this life. The white color of winter has more emotions than a plenty empty TV movies. Every day can be the last day of this worldly life. Every day is a precious short life with my understanding of it. It is a good sense for me because it gives the possibility to understand the value of every day. It is a bad sense for me because the goal of the struggle is not clear.                    Probably I am very tired. It is good that my sad feeling is frozen by cold Winter. They are Winter days. I came inside Winter. Winter is the white world of my city. Winter became the frozen hope too. It is Winter. It is my city of frozen lakes and high sky.                      I came inside Winter.