If I ever truly want to lose myself
I go out and sit on the ground just before it snows
And I sit in the cold as the snow falls ever so meticulously onto the earth.
The sound is something that can never be recreated and is more beautiful than rain falling on a tin roof.
I know I may sound crazy, but it sounds soft.
Delicate.
I get lost in the idea of how snow makes the earth artificially pure for a short amount of time.
I then become numb, almost not caring about the cold that has leeched itself into my fingers and joints until i begin to physically ache.
The snow makes me believe
Maybe there is hope in this world
But I then remember that the earth itself is pure
It's the Humans that ruin the world
Then I remember I love snow, but I hate winter.
