When I feel so restless.
Like I should be breathing, moving, fading into the distance.
I wish it would snow, and stick.
I want to be lost. I want to find myself in some place that I don't remember.
I want not to see the sky, the blue that deafens me.
I want to hear only my footsteps as I walk and my echoing thoughts.
I wish it would snow, I wish it would stay.
I want to look up and feel that the sky might fall down, on me.
I want the muffled silence of winter, the muted sound of falling snow.
I feel so restless.
To rend my bedsheets, then watch the ends fray.