The Cold and the Warmth.
I, am double sided. On one spectrum, you have the happy care-free me; on the the blade you have the depressed inner most me. Which is it that I am, I need to know. I, feel as though I know what love is, but, do I really? Do emotions that rise from under the depression and break through the light and happy me really exist? Do emotions exist? As we were walking out of my grandparents house tonight, the cold dark air compressing around me, my nostrils filling with the beauty that is chill; I felt as though I wanted to just walk, and be free from these chains of bondage that hold me back in this world. But, what are these chains? Are they my parents, family, friends, my thoughts? What are they...yes, what are they indeed. No one will have that answer, except me, and when I don't, what do I do, I need to find that answer before it's too late. Do I feel love but no other emotion? Do I feel happiness without sadness? Do I feel anger without caring? Answer these questions and then I might find what I am, what these chains that bond me to this unearthly home is. I, need a gentle wind to bring me up, I need that cold air to fill my nostrils, and need the cold. Yet, I need someone; someone who can handle the cold, and rekindle it to warmth. I need that warmth in my heart, what is it, have I found it, where is it...where?