Lost in July's Winter
Location
I strolled down the stone path
as trees started to whisper
"Who is she? Why is she here?"
I walk here everyday at the same time
at the same pase
and i'm still unknown?
Confused.
Touching and chomping snow as i walk
Snow? In July?
Millions of ideas ran through my head
but me being lost wasn't one of them
I turned back based on my gut
But as i turned, so did the roads.
North south east west
they were all just names now.
no cars, no people.
no one to ask for help
a warm tear rolled down my face and lightly dropped to the ground
ammused by the snows reaction.
it melted, as if it too was hurt.
As if it too was forgotten.
i've become blind to my surrounding based on my own ego.
everyone and everything has a story.