Raz
Bluelighter
I'm so ugly in this light.
Winter brings with it such unhappy truths;
Time does not heal all wounds, it just hides them beneath layers of skin that any razor can bring to the surface. Isolation is my Siberia, and the snows build up higher and higher outside the walls of this fragile little hut until it's only the ice that keeps it all together. It's only ice.
The worst part of that is it doesn't keep me in darkness, it keeps me in the dim shades of a 6-month dusk. It keeps every boundary visible and the door is right there in front of me but too cold to touch. My breath is hanging in the air like a mystery guest, but it too is gone as soon as it has the chance. Even air leaves me when I get like this.
Even air leaves me.
Winter brings with it such unhappy truths;
Time does not heal all wounds, it just hides them beneath layers of skin that any razor can bring to the surface. Isolation is my Siberia, and the snows build up higher and higher outside the walls of this fragile little hut until it's only the ice that keeps it all together. It's only ice.
The worst part of that is it doesn't keep me in darkness, it keeps me in the dim shades of a 6-month dusk. It keeps every boundary visible and the door is right there in front of me but too cold to touch. My breath is hanging in the air like a mystery guest, but it too is gone as soon as it has the chance. Even air leaves me when I get like this.
Even air leaves me.

