Fleeting As Snow

I dreamed of snow today

White, flaky stardust snow

Blanketing life and pessimism.

It brought forth shades of comfort

That were obsolete since the last snow

In men, women and children

And made them calmer, kinder and filled them with song, dance and frolic.

All of that

until it was time

to clear the driveway,

to drive to the market,

To go to work,

To go to school,

To feel bogged down by 700 layers of clothing every time.

This exhilaration is almost as fleeting as the snow.

The End

In the end

You're left with something amazing.

And by 'in the end'

I mean the end of the day.

Because you may have lost time

In the sense of the construct

But you gained one more day

Of beautiful experiences

from things you might not have even

thought were worthwhile.

Pause and take that with you

like the night takes the sun.

Paranoia

They don't call anymore, do they?

Not even to find out how you are,

let alone to know things from your life.

You are left to cry alone,

get unhinged,

paranoid,

stingy,

shrivel up

age by yourself,

wrinkle and fold yourself away into nothingness.

Time speeds up

slows down

speeds up again

and then stalls too -

all relative to how you feel

and your circumstances.

And for some reason

when these are negative,

time is slower and stalls more,

why can't it be the other way around?