A Walk In Forever

Two stanzas of snow.

On a painted canvas of white, walking on forever.
The sound of silence shouts rudely.
Showering in nothingness, flakes so caressing.
I'd like to walk forever, though it might get too depressing.

I'd like to lay, and be buried underneath.
Feeling pricks of coolness with hands scorched numb.
Left alone to my thoughts, just me and only me.
Blanketed in comforts, knowing I'm alone and free.