["Stayed in the cold until I felt numb. I asked you if you thought that I was okay. I just wanted someone to tell me that I was okay."]
Control was my reassurance.
Let me know that I was secure in this.
That I was okay.
Reminded me that once I had a grip
on it all then I could have formed it into anything I wanted it to be.
But I crumbled into myself and it all exploded like fire in the darkness.
And just like that, my world turned red and the glow was so blinding that I lost sight of everything I had done.
So now this darkness reminds me that I am lost.
So now I ask strangers if I seem okay, because I can no longer see my own reflection.