It was a beautiful winter day. Brilliant sunlight was glittering off the snow banks and there I was, walking to class all bundled up. I�d just cut all my long hair off the day before. I was trying desperately to forget everything I�d felt and experienced for the past year by changing something, anything.
A cool gentle breeze brings a snowflake to my face and it lands on my eye lash, another on my nose as I walked. It tickled, like a sweet playful kiss. It brought with it an overwhelming sense of peace. I didn't expect a snowflake, delicate and small, to bring on such a feeling of renewed love in something greater than you and me.
Winter 2009
Snowflakes on my eyelashes. The cold wind biting whatever little skin is exposed an the snow tickles my cheeks. Nothing matters right now. Save this one tiny snowflake and the song in my heart. I am walking with a mission in life. I know who I am, I know what I want. I know my love is rare. No more running. From this moment on I'll be looking to lay my eyes upon everything this world contains. All the beauty, magnificence, the heartbroken and the flourishing lovers, the simple joys and the smallest things that have a meaning greater than you and I will ever understand. I'm going to find happiness and good people. This is who I am. This is what I am meant to do. One day I hope I'll share my stories and inspire another. I will chase my dreams. I will live my life to it's full potential, this day and all the rest I will discover this world with my own eyes and I will live to see myself cross the ocean just to be kissed by a snowflake in another land.
11:45 p.m. - 2010-09-19
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