Snow Cold Melt
As i walk through the drizzle, my nose turns red. Soon it's numb. And soon it starts to snow. And as the flakes land on my jacket and melt, i break down; it's a breakthrough.
All our lives we are made to believe that we can depend on our friends, on strangers and what not to help us get through life. But in the end it's just us. It starts with hugging tight, then it comes to just hand shakes, and soon it's left to just craving for hugs, then it's losing touch, and soon, you're crying inside, broken with all the pain that you want to share. You hoped you could share it all with the one you held close, but nobody can hold you closer than yourself. You want the warmth to be there with you. You hope it's still sunny, like you favorite vacation spot. But it's not a vacation, and it's real life. In real life, there comes a time when you get buried under ten feet of snow, just trying hard to breathe. It's hypothermia that kills your insides. Your heart stops beating and the blood stop flowing. Soon, you're as frozen as the ice you ran away from.
And in three weeks, when the snow melts, you will emerge as a new you. More rough, and ready. Knowing that vacations are there no more. It's just you. Alone.
And you can't help but smile. Through all the tick and thin, you came to be indifferent and cold. But the snow melts away, not you...
All our lives we are made to believe that we can depend on our friends, on strangers and what not to help us get through life. But in the end it's just us. It starts with hugging tight, then it comes to just hand shakes, and soon it's left to just craving for hugs, then it's losing touch, and soon, you're crying inside, broken with all the pain that you want to share. You hoped you could share it all with the one you held close, but nobody can hold you closer than yourself. You want the warmth to be there with you. You hope it's still sunny, like you favorite vacation spot. But it's not a vacation, and it's real life. In real life, there comes a time when you get buried under ten feet of snow, just trying hard to breathe. It's hypothermia that kills your insides. Your heart stops beating and the blood stop flowing. Soon, you're as frozen as the ice you ran away from.
And in three weeks, when the snow melts, you will emerge as a new you. More rough, and ready. Knowing that vacations are there no more. It's just you. Alone.
And you can't help but smile. Through all the tick and thin, you came to be indifferent and cold. But the snow melts away, not you...