I see the tingles clouding around my eyes
Black snowflakes shrouding around the outlines of my friends
I'm blinking, but the snow is only getting heavier
They're moving me. To the curb.
But it is soft. Why is it soft?
The balck snow has blocked my vision
My stomach is flipping
Talks are muffled
The snow is even darker
It is comforting and I fall back
Into the blanket that has its arms stretched out wide
And it comfrots me into silence