She looked out of the window like some cliche scene in a music video or movie.

She sat in her house, watching the snow fall.

She didn't even bother to wipe away the tears falling from her eyes.

She sat there, hoping that something would make her feel alive inside.

She watched the snow as it slowly drifted in the wind.

She wanted to be snow.

She wanted to slowly drift away and be gone just like that.

She felt nothing.

The tears were nothing, they were involuntary.

She honestly didn't know how she ever got like this.

She didn't know how she lost her shine.

But it was gone.

She was a glow stick that ran out of shine.

Once it was gone, she couldn't get it back.

She tried so hard to find it again.

She's now accepted the fact that she'll never shine again.

She'll never be as happy as she once was.

One more time, she looked out of the window.

The snow was gone.

It painted the ground white, but now it was gone.

She wanted that to be her.

To make a small impact on the world and then be gone just like that.

That was her dream.

She just didn't know how to get there.

She didn't know where to start.

She walked away from the window, going to the corner to stay in the dark.

She just wanted a change.

She craved a change.

She wanted to feel alive.

But that's easier said then done.

She was snow.

She wasn't alive, but she was noticed.

All she wanted was to be snow.

But she already was.

C.V.

A/N: this is one of my personal favorites so that's cool I guess