[ WP ] By the time I had finished , there was no blood left . Only ice .

The ice thawed only past spring and in the summer the rain came in. On the corner of Washington state lays a town buried by snow. When ever you looked out the windows molded into white and showed only the same images every day. The rain flooded the streets and the snow ruined them. Yet no one moved, there was an impasse through out their hearts that made obliged to live there. 
 
 I choose other wise. My car was packed, my engine was warming up, my family said goodbye, and I began driving out towards to my future. I do n't know why I'm heading out, maybe it was the same silent obligation that told people to stay that made want to move. I had no reason to, but I had to. Do n't know, I just do n't know. 
 
 And so did my family. My father gathered me around the corner of a room, questioned me, and told them that by the time I had finished, there was no blood left. Only ice. 
 
 As I drive into the fog I know what he meant. There's nothing out here, only ice. 
 
 ( first time, bash it )
