the blue of the deepest sea could never compare to the blue in your lips as you walked in the snow.
one foot, two feet, three feet, four, a shining beacon of light in your eyes shed more warmth than tattered gloves and too-small jumpers.
the frost catching the end of your hair and coating your beanie proved a work of art on a beautiful canvas.
you skipped and laughed and sang and the person smiling beside you was conflicted because a moment only lasts a moment.
time can't freeze like a lake in winter and a photograph can't capture a feeling.
you are much like a snowflake. every second you change- you become better, wiser, more beautiful. you are like a thousand snowflakes falling at once, an unborn blizzard waiting to be stirred.
the second set of footprints in the snow are shallow. the owner of such footprints is lifted by the breeze, alive this moment.
it's surprising how easily snow stains red with the help of a bleeding gun wound.
'look how it freezes in the air,' a finger coated in red ice.
'doesn't it hurt,' of course.
your stomach is wrapped in a backpack strap tied tightly in a knot.
warm red.
your eyes fade blank and you succumb to a fate of death by too-small jumper and tattered gloves; death by wonder; death by youth.
cold white.
i'm not sure what this is about i'm p certain i'm just emo
