Thoughts can be a flurry within your mind.
A snowstorm of memories.
They can pile up,
lock you within your self made cabin.
Each memory is like a snowflake.
An individual,
unique,
unlike any others.
You must grab those frozen memories,
craft them into what you need.
It may be a fort or just a tall snowbank.
Whatever your decide, it will be you.
Completely and utterly you.
When it melts, mixes with the Earth,
it will make a sort of personal ink.
Ink that can shape the world.
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