the weather is stubborn today.

none of what i do seems to sway it away.

even whilst in the confines of a sweater..

its unwavering presence seemingly douses me.

more so than before.

my hands are shivering.

my feet are quivering.

it's cold outside.

the blizzard has worsened.

the snow has grown thicker.

i wonder, will the snow suffocate us?

will it cover up our town until there's no evidence of our existence?

looking back at everyone else, how do they not shiver or quiver? 

why are they not wondering as much as i?

how are they not shaking? are they faking it?

would it make sense for me to fake my expressions too? 

for me to hide my sorrow, my worry away in a dark corner and yell I'M NOT SCARED

but truthfully i am.

the truth drools out of my mouth no matter what i do.

it's cold outside, and i don't know what to do.

would i seem weak to ask for help?

would they heckle me? laugh at me? leave me behind to rot in the snow?

i can't tell them.

it's better if i handle this myself.

we’ve reached icosa’s summit today.

20 days until HE finishes the core.

20 days until HE fixes the underground.

20 days until HE fixes me.

it's cold outside, and i am scared.

what if HE fails?

what if the world turns its back on us?

just as a fire gets smothered what if the world smothers our flame?

it won't.

it CAN’T.

if that flame extinguishes so do we.

and unlike a flame my people can't relight theirs.

the blizzard is inhibiting us from relighting our flame.

only WORSENING with each punch we throw at it.

every time it gets back up it always hits harder.

knocking us out one by one until only 2 remain in the ring.

will i be the last?

will the blizzard leave me to suffer the last breath of this town?

after i’m gone what will remain of this town?

of this town will we even be remembered?

and yet.. they still don't seem to notice.

are they naive to the world around them?

or do they just not care?

have they given up?

or have i..?

it's cold outside… and i’m going home.