Hey! Here is something short and small for you, before I can get my head straight with Facing the pain. Well, this can be read as slash or not. I thought them as friends when I wrote, but it's really up to you to make that call.
Happy New Year 2012!
And enjoy!
It's the winter. The most dreaded of the seasons. The saddest and the hardest.
You sit with me. Every night. And together we try to see the better sides of it. We seek comfort from each other and we swear that none else will have to know our strongest fears, greatest beasts are.
It's not the dark. It's the cold that drives me mad. In my world it has long, strong fingers and it crawls easily under my skin, tearing me apart. And it sees every single bit of my life. Sees it. Hears it. Feels it. And I cannot get a control over what I show. It's there wherever I go and it has my heart in its pocket, chopped and beaten.
For you, I know it's the darkness. The inherent absence of light. So you've told. It's because the light has always been with you. It radiates through you, from you. And when it's gone, you feel that part of you is gone. I can see that in your eyes. I know when you are scared. And I know the darkness knows too.
It's you that makes me not to give up to the cold. It's you that gives me strength and will to come over whatever is cornering me. It's you I want to love. You, I want to hold close. You, I want to tell that the world is good and everything will be alright. Because that's something you have told me.
I'm worried about you. I'm scared that if someday I disappear, you will come after me. But maybe I should be more worried about myself. Maybe it's me, who will follow you to the darkness if you go. To the cold.