The cold within me pours from my eyes; my tears freeze before they ever reach the ground.

I have always loved the cold and the frost, but this time, it is the coldness of sorrow that burns all the way to my bones a cold that did not come from outside, but grew somewhere deep within me.

Among these frozen caves, I am not alone. The little frogs around me whisper softly:

“Stay alive. This cold will not last forever.”

And the glowing pearls scattered through the darkness seem to carry another promise:

“One day, you will shine. One day, your time will come. You will make it through all this blue.”

So I stay.

In the heart of this merciless cold, in a world that has turned entirely blue and grey, I hold on to the hope of a day when I will remember what it feels like to be more than my sorrow.

Spoken-word narration written and performed by the artist.