Change. Is as inevitable as seasons, one day you look at life and you feel the joy and warmth of summer, rose colored, happy parties, but come Winter. You feel the inevitable cold and unrelenting realization that Summer didn't matter. Winter brings harder times, makes you bitter-

And Winter, brings more of a longing for a seat at the table they so desperately promise you will have, to drink from the same cup of wine as everyone, but by the time it's too late. You realize that cup of wine is just cheap Holy Water that taste like Sin to you. A plot to keep-

Everyone in line with broken rehearsed words to keep you feeling safe enough to not climb out of the box they hold you in. But one day, as the winds move with you. You finally wake up. Upon waking up you take things in your own direction. And you make them understand you-

No longer need those words, or their table. You become the Table. You begin to forget what made you believe in Summers, and start to embrace the Winter storm you always have been. You no longer drink from their cup, you make your own
You Do Things Your Way.
There's power in Cold.