Oh my, that  little white particles in the air is coming
But did you noticed that they don't feel like touching?
They never collide, I wonder why?
what is the magnitude of the hatred they have that pulls them away from each other..
But at the end of the day have enough love to gather themselves on the solid floor?
Gravity,electrical repulsion, air resistance
Do these things affects such creatures?
They fall through the window that is blocked with a screen and land on my boots
They sit there waiting to be touch, to have another connection to this world.
But it is too late for them as they die
Why do they die?
I seek the everlasting touch of frost
I longer for them to come through my window
I lick my lips because of how salty they are
And I feel rejuvenated as an incentive is coming soon
I sit and stared through that window
For eternity to come
waiting, waiting , waiting
until that "gut feeling" anticipation
Have been starved....