Dear Snow,
When you came into my life I was young and stupid, you were the first one I fell for when I was just barely old enough to know what falling really meant. I played and teased and you saw me. I was intoxicated by seeing your eyes, having you notice me. I've never been one for attention but from you it was a drug and I was addicted.As we grew, my mind shrank, filled with poison, from a thousand sources. That's when the spark hit. You hardly remember but I still have dreams. You didn't notice the spark.
That's when it fell apart, I went into withdrawal. You left me behind, and I wasn't fast enough keep up with your overwhelming amazing breathtaking pace. You left me behind and I'm stuck where you left me.
Except you were never gone. You were always there, on the outskirts of my senses, always there always taunting. I can't escape. I'm drowning.
I want you out of my life. I can't dream, I can't think, I can't breath without you forcing your way into my brain as I lay in my bed at night. I was never anything to you, but you're everything to me. I want you out of my life. Everyone loves you. Strangers, my friends, hell, even me. Everything in my life has been led by God. Since as far as I can remember he has guided me through everything even when I forget he's there. Things have started making since. I can see his plan for me. His seemingly frantic sporadic in organised actions are forming a plot. A cohesive plot to carry me through my trials. The only thing that hasn't made sense. The only piece of the puzzle missing. The only thing that makes no damn sense is you. Through all my trials you have just been there. Not helping, not hindering, just existing. I don't know what you're supposed to mean to me, only that you mean a lot. I love you. I hate you. I don't know you. And I don't know why. Snow. You've never really known me. But you mean something to me, whatever that means. You've told me you read every word I write. But you never listen to a word I say. So this is me. Writing it all down.
I'm drowning in Snow. Save me
-Jason Roberts
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