What does one do…
When the cold becomes too much to bear?
When the silence begins to deafen the screams of hope?
When the walls become so thick that all light is blocked?
How does one chip through the ice and touch the heart that hides inside of it?
How does one do penance in peace when they don’t know if they are in purgatory or hell?
The opposite of love, is apathy.
If it were hate, there would be hope.
Nothingness kills a spirit, and leaves us with a choice:
We die a little more every day for (a) love, or fight like hell to live without it… 😔