The flurry of frozen fractals
Shatteered remains of my subconscious
Such a buoyant, bright element
Holds so much regret, pain
Falling to the ground.
My mind piece by piece,
Coating the earth in a soft, white blanket.
So pure, so clean
The bliss of innocence
Will tarnish the white, fine powder.
My volition disappearing along with the mocking, reflective ice
My reflection disheveled, weak
The uncertaity caused by my own ambiguous thought reder me desperate.
Making futile attempts to reclaim control.
Winter is ending
Fine powder becomes murky water
Murky water evaporates
The restoration of sun
Restore my mind
The bittersweet cycle of tearing myself apart and building myself up is inevitable...