A mans last refuge

There are no rights or wrongs. It’s all about what you believe. Some might believe in wealth, others in love. And you would go hell and back to get those things. I believe in neither anymore.
I believe in the snow… The purity of it. The snow won’t judge me… It’ll catch me when I fall, and kick my ass when I screw up. It’ll cleanse the nature, and give us spring.
My last refuge… The snow. I hate you for making me love you, you know…