She sits in the cold, staring up into the descending flakes.
Never calmer, she wonders why life cant be similar.
Others only see it as a way out of school, a day of fun, or annoying.
While she sees it as pure perfection, even if it only lasts mere seconds.
Focusing on her past, she wishes she could be perfect like what she sees, just once.
Only, every memory destroys that dream with out hesitation.
Ready for her ending, she can only hope it will proceed to be painless.
Mostly, she wishes for swiftness, like the fragile snow flakes lives.
She knows, with a morbid thought, her life will never be normal or beautiful.
Pain builds up as she thinks back on why all she cries.
Each and every scar has it's story, even a movie in her head.
Realizing her scars are liked the crystallized particles in snow,
Finally, she smiles an undeniably true smile.
Every now and then, she'll understand that she's still alive.
Curious as to whether she can make something out of herself, she rises up from the ground.
Thank you, the girl says to the snow spiraling down-wards onto her.
In a rare fit of happiness, she dances with shouts of laughter into the brightness of the night.
On this note, she begins to appreciate that life with imperfections can actually be perfect.
Never will she forget, that snow forms perfection, just like her life can and will do.
