A Place It Never Snows

Rain runs through where no soul dares tread. A face of hopelessness is brought to the forefront. Occasionally they wonder, “Why must I continue?”. Solitude shrouds the mind of this entity. In their thoughts the overcast sets in, but the air runs stagnant. The perception of time may change with no trace. There is never snow in this place. There is never snow in this place yet it is rumoured. Periodically this snow is sought after. However, the flood water sets in. Rain persists and it’s bound to remain. Like broken glass, although the pieces can be seen, recognizing the mess as unfixable proves futile.   A process of contemplation ruins all risk factor. Stuck with indecision is the most peace and most internal rivalry until the voyage concludes. Since time cannot halt nor stray from the forward path, nothing will last forever. The rain evaporates, the snow melts, and iron corrodes. With this in mind, change happens naturally, and in cases that it should differ is when questions arise seeking the roadblocks. Warranting alterations in vices lives up to it’s word just as milk sours. The mystery surrounding it is illogical when one-upping is so common and hierarchy is played to be won.