It’s snowing
In the dark
I feel myself in the cold
Feel the wind on my skin and flakes melt on my eyelashes
Feel all the brokenness and completeness at once
Sense the flakes carry the mourn
The wind whisper the loneliness
In Jung’s tongue
The terrible fate cover me whole
It’s dooming realness form my body whole
I am the snowman
Formed by their hands
Built from their ideas
Carefully perfected
With their loving hands
Seclusively nourished
With only their snow
And just their snow

But this new snow
So filled with truth and hurt
Aching my skin
But nourishing the melt
So I open my eyes
Look into the stars
So cold
So far
So lonely
And I start to feel