Snow fluttered from the gray tainted clouds into a sea of white. Have you
watched a snowflake die within arms reach? The single most beautiful thing
the world fall and melt into another world, another life, another place in
On a cold winter day, I woke up to find it snowing. The sky was dark and
stood still. The iciness left a chill crawling up my spine. Like everyday,
managed to pull myself together and started walking slowly towards the
computer. From the computer, I could glance out the window and watch winter
shed its tears of snow.
Flutter, flutter, flutter. Snowflakes danced before my eyes, as if they
telling me a message, a tale, a story. The story I saw was the story of my
life. The story of who I am. I saw the story of my soul. There it was, my
being portrayed in snow. Then the tears went tumbling down.
Every snowflake fell from the dim sky. The gloomy sky forced every
dance alone, to make it alone in the world. I realized how each snowflake
forced to hurry up and be "done" with itself, to be cast out into the
gloomy and dark world. Just so the snowflake could fit in. The lifespan of
floating snowflake is unknown. Even then, was that life enjoyed? I wondered
what the snowflake did, what was its purpose. I found it to be unknown.
happens all right before the white treasure floats into a world of white.
is all right before the snowflake becomes no more. The snowflake is hidden
lost among the crowd, unrecognizable and buried. The original snowflake
among the crowd. It was a natural event to watch, it was an event I could
do anything about. Within arms reach, the snowflake melted into another
a sea of white. There, the snowflake was in another life, but alone within
itself. Surrounded by others who have experienced the same journey, but
oblivious to it. So, along with others who have experienced alike, every
snowflake melted into the ground and vanished. What was once a blanket
world became mush and mud. Neither the snowflake, nor the snow was ever
appreciated. It was pretty to look at, but as it falls, there was nothing
could do to preserve it. That is how my soul is, that is how I am.
Inside my heart, I am alone. I am forced to go out into this world knowing
to do, to dance the dance of life. Indeed I was forced to grow up rather
the situations I have been through required an audience of a mature nature.
I grew up and left my childhood as soon as I got it, so I could fit in with
what was gruesomely happening and joined the rest of my family. I do not
how long I experienced it; it is unknown; all that I could remember was it
lasted ever so quickly and then not anymore. I do not remember if the trip
ever enjoyable; I just was growing up, but even that had to be rapid. The
memories of my life linger inside my head, but most are vague. I cannot
remember the pictures, but I remember the feeling. I could not determine my
inner purpose or my meaning. As I fell into the world of maturity, I could
never find out what it was and till this day, I still do not know my
this world. Maybe that explains why I feel so lonely a majority of the
time. Maybe that
is why I feel as if I am experiencing another life. Indeed I am, but I am
experiencing it all entirely too soon. My life fell so rapidly into
that I could not stop to realize what has happened to me. What have I
camouflage with my surroundings and I become invisible. No longer can I
outside the crowd. My spirit becomes a weak flower and dies inside. Surely
like every other adolescent feeling this way, but of course, I cannot see
There was nothing that could be done. My spirit was born a child but within
few years it was rushed to grow and blossom into another world. My life
points in time and moments were picked here and there like cotton. A
was never truly had, so my vision of the environment around me, becomes
Dark and cold became the world. Mush and mud. Of all the things I could do
once be original, I could never stand out. I could not be appreciated. Life
never gave me time to be happy, to grow in due time. Becoming a snowflake I
was, falling into another world and hurried to adapt. Beneficiaries were
gained. There is nothing that could be done about this. It's a personal
conflict that cannot be touched. My soul melts and disappears, but still
I feel as if my soul is there.
My soul is inactive.
Another snowflake among the crowd; my soul is idle.
Just then I received an instant message; I snapped out of my daze.
There is no telling why I felt and currently still feel this way. The
snow moved me ever so much. But, this is the day my mind grew up. I saw
became. I accepted it. No one could see the impact I've made. But I do not
mind. I am glad to help. Like the snowflake, I am pretty to look at, but as
soul falls and dies; there is nothing you could do about it. I am idle. My
is idle. Goodbye.