Melting The Ice

Oh Dear, I try letting you down to find your way out once for all.

But you keep coming back like the waves that silently slides back into it's ocean. 

In this whole wide world out of thousand things to do, never would I have ever thought crying will become my favorite and most satisfying hobby.

Just like how lake is carving her pumpkins somewhere in the parallel universe it's time for me to melt my ice and the only difference is Will will eventually make her stop carving but this lake will never stop flowing.