like a scene from a movie, the scene unfolded in front of your very eyes. cruel and devastatingly beautiful. you tear your eyes away from the haunting moments and pray for composure. the wind howled, the silence mocked, the stars cried and the moon wept. in the worlds of bliss and contentment, you can only be the one observing it, never the one in it. even the normally comforting camouflage of darkness seem to desert you. in the future, you are just a figment of the past. there are so many things to talk about, forbidden secrets that should not even be mentioned. open wounds that simply refuse to heal. perhaps you brought it all upon yourself. perhaps one day you can smile and talk openly. but no, not now. not now when all still festers.

dark whispers trapped within the icy walls, long may it stay there.