The Sword That Cleaves Darkness

Its freezing cold outside, but thats not really a problem with the wood stove blazing. The problem is that at some point in my life I let the cold creep into my heart. These days no matter how warm my exterior appears its often skindeep. Theres a few nasty shards of ice flowing through these veins from that cold spot in my heart. Very few people manage to warm me up very deeply for anytime. Now the question is what is that bit of deep freeze creeping through me? Its simple really its the bitter cold of loneliness … I was born lonely without any sibling to love and with cousins who grew ever distant. In my years of grade school I was outcast and by the time of highschool my heart was in deep freeze. Thankfully though with all the friends I’ve made in college I was able to crack and thaw much of that ice, but the deep set Icicle of loneliness won’t leave me. I am thankfull to the friends who have helped me come so far and it means so much to me, but I can only feel so close to them due to this needle of ice in my heart. Even though I love many of them and wish we could be closer that deep seated feeling of loneliness seperates me. I can only hope that I or someone else will finally melt that fozen barb of pain, but for now I am lonely … I am Cold.

You know they say home is where the heart is, but how do you know where home is if you don’t know where your heart is?

So I got bored and made one of these it should be intresting …