Reason

Breathtakingly white.
A blank canvas, right in front of me, blinding me.
I didn't care, because honestly, I was already blind. Had been, for a long time. Thing is, I didn't notice until it was too late. I know what you're thinking. How, Juriah? In what way could it have been too late? Well, that I truly don't want to talk about, but I'll tell you one thing. Trust no one. There you have it. Listen to my advice, don't make the mistakes I did. Okay?
I trot lightly through the snow, my paws stinging from the coldness as I sailed through the colorless, whirling blizzard of death. I know, I'm being melodramatic, but snow is just as pleasurable for me as dying would be. It's just so cold. Not that I know what death feels like, but you get the picture. I've never liked the cold. Absolutely and positively hated it.
-Unfinished (Obviously)-