Cold takes me.

the body freezes slowly.

I search for god.

that heavenly light

but it is only till you feel the shadows of death,

of the hyperthermia

that realise you want to live.

But the snow sucks you in

Snowflakes fall

You recall memories

of a time long past

Such good times.

Faded memories those are

like ones in albums or kept in boxes

for searching for

but those were the days.

We store things digitally.

We forget where we put them

they are just digits

10111011011011000

in some hard drive

nobody prints no more.

and so it goes for searching for this heavenly glory.

We consume ourselves and forget.

lost, repressed, who knows

but we got to let it in.

Find that place we once searched for.

and so we die.

Die in our hearts and we move on.