Pretty Snow.

I had my taste of the unforgiving snow again.


It was sweet, just as I remembered.


It's not a feeling I'd want other people to feel.


When you crash.. you crash.


And I.?


I get very upset..


I don't have anymore,


And I want more.


But I know I shouldn't.


Why do I do this to myself.?


Why did I let myself fall back into that place again.?


Why..