Hello?
I can't even tell what my heart is saying anymore. It's dimmed by the cold lies.
My own lies.
My own countless lies.
I hack away at one lie, two more appear in its place.
I'm trapped with a Hydra in a damp cave. A Hydra that I had created. A Hydra that I thought I could control. I was wrong.
Very wrong.
I don't know myself anymore.
Am I happy with who I am?
Do I keep struggling with a non-existent torch in my hand, a torch I'm supposed to have but don't? It's cold.
How do I kill a Hydra without a flame?
The damn thing is guarding the flame. It's cold.
How do I retrieve the flame?
I cut one head off, two more grow back. It's cold.
WHY DO I EVEN CARE?
. . . Why is it suddenly quiet?
.
.
It's so cold.
