It is as simple as the snow melting off the ground

The snowflake that fell

It is gone

The next winter will not bring the same one

Nor the same snow

Nor the same story

But it will fall and be perceived as

Just another snowfall

And as we fall into life and lie on this earth and we wait for the day we melt away

It will never be the same but will never be perceived as different

Just another life ended

But that is how it is

The stories may say your name and you may be remembered

It was a cold day in the capital regional district today, as ten centimeters of snow fell

But in the end the world will continue as if you were never here

Isn’t that odd

That everything mirrors everything else

We just so happen to be also alive

But the criteria are not all right

But who could care?

The snow is melting

I still have no where to go

I liked it better when I couldn’t go,

Because it meant I wasn’t missing anything.

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