I was alone, trapped in the icy-cold winds of my loneliness of my solitude, with nothing to keep me alive besides my hopes and spirits. I felt so alone. The only thing that kept me alive was my creative and wishful thinking of my imagination of a reflection of me, who were hallucinating false images, lying and deceiving myself with things that could not simply come true in reality.
There were just ridiculous ideals that a Child wished he could dream of.
But that was the only thing I had left.
My hopes.
My spirits.
My dreams.
Only these three things that brightened the Darkness around me in the void of my heart, and contained the light of my hope.
It trapped me in a circle of light that surrounded the Darkness.
I could not move.
I curled up into a ball, sucking my thumb like a baby and waited for a wandering soul to pass by.
Much time had passed, and there was no sign of a soul.
I was too deep for anyone else to reach me.
I was long gone from their warm hearts that illuminated the Darkness and were far from me to help as they could possibly be.
No one could reach me.
No one could see me.
No one could hear me.
And no one was there to comfort my shivering body.
I didn’t know what was worse. The shivers of my cold body, or that no one seemed to care.
Years on end had trapped within this pit of insanity with the companion of my bitterness within, the Darkness.
The Darkness that had always stood by me, forever…
It never thought to ask.
But it was always there, waiting for me, every second of the day and every waking hour.
It had shackled itself on to me for all these years. Never letting go…
