It snowed inside my head. Muting the sound of my thoughts, and numbing my very soul under a frozen coat.
And for so long it kept snowing, until my arms grew tired from constant shovelling, until my heart stuttered to a stop - overheated from trying to keep warm.
And it kept snowing. Until a thick layer of white ice covered everything, Hiding every trace of my ever being there.
Facing this blank landscape of mind, I stood frozen in place and space and time.
until - in the distance a single call startled a step from me.
Under moonlight I kept walking, Crossing the winter stillness in my head, to once again engrave my footprints in the immaculate sheet of snow.