All it takes is to heat up the ice to break it, to melt it. I've been building myself up for years, 8 years. 8 years of living the same life. Last year, i was at the most bottom pit of this void I've been living in. I want something to happen, anything, anything that would not harm me physically. Because i am too scared, too much of a coward to hurt myself, my own body. My soul is like the smoke rising from the ashes, near its own end. A final prayer, a rebellious goodbye, and only the people within a few miles would be able to see it for a short while until its all taken away by the wind. Today i wanted to hold something that would dig deep inside my wrist and i would sit staring at the blood flowing as if its the stars that are shining through. My sky, my only sky. The only reachable me.
