Sunday, 5 December 2010
07:08:31 PM (GMT)
Some days I sit in the winter cold and wonder.
I dream of slow motion flakes
that when they touch my tounge they
not only melt
but blossom into my christmas wish.
slowly, snow covers my footsteps
erasing my past exsistance
making my future blurry and hard to see.
then i stick my tounge out to taste what
has been covering me this whole time.
i realize as i swollow the snow
that it is not pain that consumes me.
it is my fear.
of life, happiness, sorrow, and the love
i bear from your inviceble yet invisble arms.
my eyes blink through the soft snow
wishing for a hope that does not lead to downfall.
wanting the beauty and magic of your arms and warmth.
but as i truly open my eyes,
those wishes, the dreams, the love,
turns into ice.