The cold flakes of snow that fall from the sky floating aimlessly though the wind and somehow finding their way to the frozen december ground. This is how our mind works we can be so lost at times but yet eventually we all find our way and land in our own little blanket of white. An obsure sense of understanding. As the wind picks up I become blinded by the absence of color and the frigid flakes make their way to my face and melt away to nothing on my skin. At times we feel desperate with confusion and such bitter hate and fear theres comes a point where you feel worthless but you always are something to someone. And that someone is always there.