Facing a dimming light to find my way isn't the best idea
But it's all that I have at the moment.
If I face the other way I may fall out of alignment
Teetering back and forth until I slip off the edge.
Even with the vision tunneling inwards
It seems a better path to run.
For awhile I didn't think there was a difference
Between faking and facing it, neither seems right.
I have it all, the apartment, the best friend, the job
But I wake up in panic not knowing what is wrong.
Closed eyes feel the snow melt on my eyelids
Melting before it sticks to anything.
I wish I could exist as long as a snowflake does
Just long enough to show its beauty then gone.
We don't treat the loss of a flake the same we do ourselves;
Knowing that while it's gone, it'll be back.
Of course it will come with a slightly different look,
With a feeling leaving you just as chilled.
These are silly thoughts of a woman who is falling
Just hoping the land is just as soft.