Winter is coming

I can feel the wind rushing outside, what is coming it will be a surprise, no one will expect it and not the president also, we forgot how to love and what love is, we forgot how to care when we do actually care about those people, modesty has became something we can't reach, ever, because we are too infatuated with ourselves but in reality we all full of doubt, and I say, what if this is not going to work? Well if I tell you it will work, would you believe me? Of course not because the moment you want to be believed is the moment you lost your trust.