As much as I hate how long winter lasts
Sometimes i don't mind
When snow starts to build up on the ground it creates a sound barrier
Making every little sound that much more louder
Nothing is more sad than falling to your knees in freshly fallen snow and actually hearing yourself cry
The things that usually comfort you are dead
I will admit
There is something truly renewing about driving through a blizzard
Even in the middle of nothing you still know your way home
being fully immersed in white is pure
I find comfort in the most dangerous situations
Maybe because going into it
I've half accepted that I might not make it out
For a moment, inside this blizzard, I've disappeared
Being a pretend ghost really doesn't feel much different than my reality
So if I really swerve, who would come looking for me?
The sound will be haunting
Mostly because it's the only thing the snow will allow you to hear
YOU ARE READING
Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
