Cobble

The snow has melted on the ground, but the blinding white still suffocates my thoughts. I don't know what I want to say, but I want to say it all and I want to say nothing and I don't know what I want. 

I find it hard to deal with the way everything has changed.

I still don't think that I deserved it, but 
I wish it all did not have to happen at the same time. It's much harder this way.