The Hidden Series - Seven

I trade the paper for skin and I trade the pen for blood the powers of synonymity defend us not define us can we have a second first encounter with untouched snow? I need this can we experience all fours season and all fives senses all at once? I really need this but then I trade my skin for.. and then I trade my blood for.. I must experience all of Earth's bliss now the rest of world is sleeping I can no longer wait I will not spare one more second anxious anguished atypical either taste the desperation or just let me hide tonight..