I once feared the ice.
. The cold and brittle that can surround a warm heart; snuff its flame.
I once feared the chill.
. The coolness of a cavalier attitude.
It was in this frozenness that I laid all my worries and fears about people. I layered and scattered them throughout the tundra.
I had once blazed so hot, that I can remember the magnitude of my fire... though ash now remains.
My heat was blue.
Sometimes, I wonder if that fire can reignite. Sometimes I wonder if I can stoke it.
Sometimes, I enjoy my ice castle as I sit here with my old foes...
Sometimes, I long to burn within.
Frozen suspension is an ambivilant torture beyond a pyre.
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