We've all been there, that empty doorless room of lightlessness. It's like a deep dry well that you fall down as you stumble your way in the dark. Never can an outstretched arm be more pleasant than this as it reaches to pull you out. But you cannot save someone who doesn't wish to be saved, reaching out with a candle in the dark as they blow it out. A great hold has all that's dark, a power to cling and pull you there. Once you lose that sense of warmth, the coldness becomes a part of you. Those chill that you feel upon your fingers now shall make their way to your heart, numbing all the vigour you had. So tell me, will you not reach out for that hand?
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September 2017
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