Motivation

Silently the coldness sneaks up my spine,

Wandering days in this storm.

Tired and exhausted,

I sink on my knees.

Pure white snow covers me.

Soon I will be cold as ice.

Soon my being will fade.

This journey is my end,

yet I followed my path until here.

The snow drains my being.

Numbness fills my body,

as my cheek meets the white covered ground.

Why did I go here?

Why did I fail to go on?

An image flicks up.

Her!

I want to see her one last time!

I want to feel her warmth one last time,

before my being ends.

Mustering my strenght,

I get up and clear my sight.

A small house barely visible in the night.

A smile breaks through the frozen lips.

I take a step... and fall to the ground.

Blank eyes, no motion, nothing...

- Yuki (21.08.07)