once upon a time,
i lived for snowy days and cocaine trees.
once upon a time,
i smiled when the sun hid behind the clouds, only peaking when i frowned.
once upon a time,
the snow was light and feathery and when i walked upon it, i walked on clouds.
once upon a time,
my fingertips touched the snow with such delicacy, it felt like a lover.
that was a while ago.
now it is heavy and suffocating and when i try to get rid of it, it comes back stronger.
it keeps on piling up until i am stuck in my grey house and there is no light outside; there is only white waste.
im so tired of this. so tired of the sinking feeling that comes with heavy snowfall.
dreading the next day because i know there will be no light, it is always dark.
some day, i wish to love the snow as much as i used to.
once upon a time, i was happy.
what am i now?
