The path

I found a path on my way home after work. I followed it. It was partly lighten. Entering the path I felt being outside my wall. I notice the difference of my walking between the dark and the bright parts. I walked very slowly entering the dark in which I could enjoy the trees covered with snow, the mountains surrounding me making me feel so little, the stars twinkles so strongly flirting with me, the fog embracing me telling that it is ok and the cold touching my cheeks so softly saying it is soon over. In the lighten parts, I walked faster with my eyes on the ground listening the rough snow under my boots sounded as if somebody was chasing me. I did not dare to look back. I hurried. Longing to enter the dark parts where I felt loved.

Today

I want you to start liking me starting today. This sentence would make me stop and look up. It would make me start seeing colors again.