what's cold and white and falling slightly to the left?

a snowflake with no sense of direction.

... get your minds out of the gutter.

sink your teeth in slow...
deliberate-like.

make sure you can taste that texture on your tongue.
if you don't make a point to...
you won't remember this moment at all.

stretch out each piece like strings
pulling hard
leaving marks.

scars will help you remember too.

empty out each memory
dump it into jung's collective
and watch them all swim away

you think maybe...
maybe they will find someone who will understand
what the point is
what they all mean

but then
then you selfishly hope
that you won't be left alone now...
in this shadow you have built for yourself.

in this howling, however...
all you can hear is the sound of your own mistakes
banging against every wall
lighting up your regrets

over. and over again.
even though you DO remember saying
that you HAD no regrets.

but at that point it really doesn't matter
... does it?