Cold toes are just the begining for me. My hands are cold and my heart is breaking. I feel like I cant breath and that a part of me has started to die. Has it already fallen into the black that is so deep not even sound can take hold. Not even my nightmares compare to this fear, this longing for an end. Blind I may have been to believe but atleast my time was well spent and my dreams knew flight for the very first time.

Were my wings broken you may ask, perhaps. Were they yanked off my body as I was cast aside by unknown hands? Your questions fall behind my own as this waiting, wanting and hoping robs me over my next breath. Held not only for the oxygen that fills my lungs but for the light to shine again on my bleak and dim exsitance.

Stepping back from the window with no view I wait in line once again. My eyes glued to the door leading to my home, my refuge. Stinging eyes bleed the tears of endless sorrow as the unknown mocks my courage and slaps my will to hope. It is all that I know and all I that I have come to need more then the air I breath and the life I live. To rest my head in a world where I am not judged but rather embraced I shall maintain this candle and endure the scalding wax that drips down my paw and pools at my feet.