Winter Fall

Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Snow in Brooklyn

Snow falls onto this crazy world of ours. I stand there looking up with my hands quivering from the cold, yet with a gentle smile on my face. My heart is calm and wish that this will last for eternity.

My invisible breath floats up along with the words I’ve been wanting to say but is now too late to say it. This blanket of snow silence this crazy world of ours. The trail of footprints I leave behind, into history, will fade away with the snow.

I am not alone.

In my heart, I have pieces of you and all your beliefs. In this lonely season, I will keep walking.