It snowed yesterday.

It snowed a lot. Quite a lot. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. I felt complete. For the first time in a long while I could actually feel my surroundings. I enjoyed the world that created yet another movie.

Then why did I feel hollow? Did the snow make itself from my soul, my mind, my heart? Why is it melting, fading away without giving back? Why is it gone from my sight to another world without a goodbye?

I am hollow but I am not empty. I know there still is something. Something that motivates me. Something to talk about, something to feel about.

But I also know that it will snow again.