Running away from home

It's 3 am. I am running away from home. I don't even know why, but I've got this desire. All I have is my jacket, shoes and a bag. In the bag I have some clothes and some money I stole from my mothers pocket. The snow is approaching my face as I walk down this path. It melts. I don't know why. I am not warm. I am just as cold as the snow flakes that falls. They are melting away. Disappearing. Just as I want to.