Growing up
We would play in the snow
How we took that time for granted
Little did we know
We would soon be lost in the storm

As I stroll through the woods
Sun at my back
Laying softly across my shoulders
I think to myself how badly I wish
Someone might understand me

I glance down, acknowledging
the autumn leaves in my path
As they acknowledge me
Their soft crunches
Whispering secrets
I understand them
They inspire me
Beautiful as they cling to life
Even more graceful
as they fall to their death
I love this place
I look around,
soaking in the serene fall setting

Who? Who are you?
Have you been here this whole time?
I'm talking to you
Please answer me
Why are you in this place with me?
I guess it doesn’t matter
You’re in my head now
You can see my thoughts
And I guess I am in yours.


Do you understand me?
Do you want to?

"Time is up"
Finally.
They're talking about the test.
I am thinking about my life.
Time, what a strange thing.
An idea made to bind us in space.
When will it be my time?

"Pencils down"
I wish it were that easy.
To just leave it there.
To turn it in.
To finish it now.
When can I stop writing?

"The test is over"
Surely a cruel joke.
For as long as there is still time.
For as long as I am forced to hold this pencil.
The test is not over.
When will my test be over?

It’s snowing outside.
We used to love the snow.
The flakes waltzing through the air
Gentle and graceful like ballerinas.
We wish our thoughts could be like that again.
Where it once fell slowly
It now blizzards.
We hate the snow.

...
but i still like the snow...

Yes but We don’t.

it’s so beautiful and pure

Everything it touches turns to rot and slush.
With every flake a memory we would sooner forget.

...
you’re looking at it wrong
with every flake a beautiful new beginning
look
look at how the snow dances
it dances as if it doesn’t care
how much time is left in the song
I like the snow

We see.

We like the snow.