Walking around the merry-go-round.
Running, then plunging deeper and deeper into a haze. My mind is like a maze, set in white, I would call it ironic, it was truly a genuine sight.
Now snowflakes sprinkle on the path she took home, but, maybe I'll see her tomorrow..... or not at all.

The blanket of white now settled on the soil is coated in red. There's no point in running if your life has already come to an end.
© Lia