Darkness does not penetrate light.
Then how did I become it, when I long for the light?

Life moves in cycles
And mine is frozen.

Death seems to ignore my pleas.

Each day begins in chilled regret.
The frozen hurts.

My scars iced over by denial.

I am alone.

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Coming back from Kontrast , I really wanted to try my hand at a storytelling piece.
Inspired by a conversation I had about mental health decided to make this piece.
A touch of kindness can go a long way.