Let's Talk

Let's talk about those times when it's snowing and you look out the window and everything looks so beautiful. Even if you live in the most shitty or worst looking area in the whole tri-state. Everything looks so beautiful and peaceful out there in the world as you stand behind a closed window. Let's talk about how it almost feels as if everything outside is an ever flowing sheet that could take you away. It's thick and the snow is coming down in huge flakes, the ones that plop down very firm. They're the ones that seem tangible, the ones that look as if they can feel you. They preach the idea that all your problems could melt away just like them when they hit the pavement that's warmer than their unique edges. Everything could be whisked away with their chilly gusts, and you'd be comforted by their thick refreshing sheets. Those awful sheets, so heavy. They know how it's cold, and what it's like to be thrown and pushed around. To be built in to something you're not and to be broken down. They know how it is to be in a cold world and to hit the floor. As I stare out of my window, I'm in a trance. I feel as if I jump the wind will carry me. To somewhere, anywhere. I'll jump and I'll use the snowflakes as stepping stones to help me get higher and higher. I'll swim through them and hold them in my fingers. They'll comfort me and cover me, keep me safe and carefree; This illusion lasts for about 15 minutes as I daze out even further. This trance is shattered when as soon as I imagine myself jumping out of the window, I only come to realize that you in fact cannot swim in snowflakes, nor can you use them as stepping stones. Everything suddenly comes in to focus as I'm falling to my demise. And just like that; I'm gone, I imagine I look cataleptic. Thrown and left to melt. It's evanescence. The only conclusion I can come to for me having these movie like dazes is that I'm severely jaded.