Let the snow tumble
Into my eyes, at least
Once in my lifetime.
Because the silence is so
Loud here, yet I cannot
Understand the gibberish
That they say.
So let the snow plunge
Into my eyes one last
time.
Because if the snow
does not stumble upon my
eye sight in this mountain
Of snow, I will not be able
To focus on the very thing
That will save me from
My suffering.
I need to be blinded
To find the gratitude in
My solitude.
How ironic.
Or maybe I'm just too
comfortable in my pain.
