Frails.

Those flakes that come out from the sky, looks frail as your body,
Weak and fragile, as it re-appear in my dream,
I bet those vivid image will never go away,
As those haunts me every walk, everything that I've been through.

"You are a mess". I said.
"So do you". Annabelle said.

So let's clean our mess together with me. I whole-fully said.
She flips her hair. Smile.

I wake up.