caressing this nose, blankly staring into the abyss of the white paper beneath me,
thoughts swirling around questioning my existence and why I would be here..
sadness like snowflakes
leaving a trail so much wider than the heart they came from
common feelings drift along the human psyche as to where we belong
melancholic hues strangling my vision
when did I freeze too deep to get up again?
or reach for those coats I used to write myself?
one decision I made took this story in a whole new direction
can I ever be redeemed and find redemption?
I remember when those blizzards were galaxies,
laughing me down hills as they rolled
and the northern lights lit up the halo above my head
as a child playing, dancing and near the veil of forgetting, amongst the stars