hurt is the feeling of snow.

[riotmachine]

 You're on the precipe of an important decision, a deviation.  You're weighing the outcomes as you watch the pendulum swing.  You so wish you could control it's sway, the severity of its passing, but there is nothing you can do.  It is that feeling you've tried to escape for so long, the feeling that defined your childhood and chased you through adulthood.

This is where your real colors come out.  This is where your belief system truly manifests, and it's hard to swallow.  You can only lie to yourself for so long.  In the end...
 

You really couldn't change anything at all.  And inside, the last flickering part of you goes cold.