I've been reaching out to yesterday lately. To homes that have been shut down. To places we never go to anymore. To the peace, that is stagnant now. And in this white coloration of earthly snow, I've come to lay a wreath, a homage to the time gone by. To the wishes that have died. To the people that have bled, to the stones that have rolled away, far away.
For winters to truly fade away, there needs to be a hallmark ending, a climactic depression that takes all light away. That wrenches all emotion away from happy places, and puts dark odors in places where flowers once bloomed.
But for the chosen few that stand by me, they will remind me that spring brings life again. Cliche, it may be. But I'd like to think that way. I'd like to believe that there is a end to all this misery. I'd like to wish. I'd like to smile once again.
For phrases that go, 'I don't want to, anyways'. For people that say, '...and if you ever lose the Amna-ness, I will hunt you down and ... and make you watch football.', and for moments that make me alright: I owe you.
We've lost a lot of ourselves today. And a lot remains back in our hearts that we're still losing. If all that we have, is not ours today - we deserve to die. I've got to own it, I've got to be me. I will not change for things like these. My dreams, they will live.
And yet, yesterday...
|I've attached emotions to this snow, because it calls to me. Taken somewhere near Nathiagali.|