hello from christmas village

i'm trapped here, and i have been for years... at least i think i am. the cycle comes and goes and every single year i find myself frozen in the moment. when i was younger, i used to think it was just me and the wind... until i became an adult, and realized just how much i relied on electric lights and the warmth of home to maintain form. and in this place, where the wind always blows, i'm surrounded by the people i know and love. i found a way to keep myself grounded without falling into the dark (keeping the joy alive / connecting / becoming)

i don't think i'm trapped here anymore

hello from christmas village