I am walking endlessly.

As the snow hits my face,

I can feel the wind moving my hair and causing me to feel even colder.

Where am I going?

I do not know.

Why am I walking?

I do not know.

All I know is that it has been like that since I remember,

And if I stop walking, 

I will not be able to get back up.

What is the point of going on if I do not know where I am going?

My legs are shaking, 

Not only because of how cold I feel, 

But also because I am getting tired.

I hear nothing but the wind making sounds as it hits my body.

There is nothing to smell and nothing to taste,

No sensations besides the cold weather slowly freezing me to death.

I can only see the white snow covering the floor,

It is everywhere.

The snow piles up, 

Making the task of walking even harder.

Why was I walking?

Why should I continue?

Just let me rest for a moment,

All I need is some rest.

I can not go on like this,

I feel that at some point I am going to fall and never stand up.

There is no purpose in going on.