And when I woke up, you weren’t there anymore. Time has taken its course. You have left, even my dreams. Yet I sit here, still waiting, watching the sun rise and fall for what must be an eternity. Until the snow falls.
But then again, you may very well be just like the snow. It falls. It covers everything. It can cause so much joy. It can bring such violence. It can make nights warmer for those in love. And it can also kill those who are bare in the cold of the night.
But snow never falls here. Not here. The snow will never fall on the Sahara.
Beauty of such magnitude can never fall for this retched desperate grain.
Yet even so, I can still feel the biting cold. Even as I am wrapped in the warmth of the world around me, I still feel the chill running through my heart.