SNOWFLAKE LAND
They kept asking me somewhere called snowflakeland. “It exists in neither illusion nor aliveness” I told them.
The coldness desired for my every touch, torning my heart right after I set foot there. Somehow, I felt belonging, my soul feel blended into this dust, flake and lifelessness. I was completely lost yet remained excitement to explore this extraordinary place. I laid down, exhilarated; the snow wrapped me tightly. As I looked around, a beam of glow sparked in my eyes. And I rushed forward to witness this phenomenal gleam.
Knees downed, emotion settled -- A burning sensation spread across my hands. Was a sorrow awaited? A regret of leaving this newfound land has already awaken?