Chapter 24: 23.

dandelion in a stormWords: 858

it's snowing hard in my town tonight

without a pause or a chance to sleep

and i can't rest, i cannot relax

not for an hour, for a minute, for a second.

all is see is your blurry face beside me

and all i hear is the endless "i love you's"

that used to escape your lips.

it's getting harder to fall asleep each night

as if i'm a newborn who needs his mother's arms around him, as if i'm a caged bird that craves to melt

into the blue skies. it's getting harder and tougher and rougher and i can't convince my mind to stop thinking, to let my eyelids close and fall asleep. i look out of the window and hear the singing birds, i see the bees, the trees, the sun that shines brightly on people's faces, the blue skies and the blooming flowers, but

it is snowing so hard today, so hard that i can barley hear my own voice,

so hard that everything else fades away.