Excerpts from a story I'll never write

Crawl into a hole

I have climbed in the hole

Once again

Hadn't been there in so long

So long that 

I even find it comforting

To have the darkness consume me

It feels like a kind of love

One cold and crisp

Seeing my breath as I exhale

Ice around my fingertips

And crystals on my eyelashes

What a wonderful love