There’s so much snow just sitting outside my window. It’s covering the world like the coldest blanket imaginable. The skies have turned gray and everything is a picture waiting to be taken. But I’m inside. I’m inside and I’m turning gray.

Winter is made of magic, I swear. The first snow makes my heart leap and the second snow makes my pulse quicken. The first snow day nearly kills me with excitement. Oh God, I love winter.

But the happiness doesn’t last. Sickness spreads and I’m inside and I’m turning gray. Sweet conversations don’t flow as easily now, do they? We’ve all got our own problems and you’re just waiting to explode. You’re a ticking time bomb and I’m the time; getting closer and closer until we turn into an array of sparks and terror.

My head is getting heavy with polluted thoughts. Happiness is supposed to ooze, not drip. The sun can’t be found because it’s hiding behind the clouds and the clouds are clouding my thoughts and my thoughts are clouding the sun. We are a circle and we’re following ourselves. I’m just awaiting the heartbreak that ensues.

I'm just waiting for the snow to disappear so that I can hear myself think. Because it's both beautiful and distracting and I can't seem to escape. This wasn't meant to be like this, now was it?