Dead Cold

Through that unbearable darkness bulges a shine..
It's a ray, I can see it with my eyes, the shape, the thickness.. it is a ray..
I ask myself, will one ray be enough? I look around, everything is so dark.. The ray tries to brighten the room.. But the darkness is too big.. and the ray is so small..
Then I realize that I left the lights out...

What are you? Where do you come from, then, you little ray, I ask.. It runs away and I lose its trail in the light.. I turn it all off, and there it is, crying right over at the corner of a melody..
I gently pat its back and feel it shiver.. It is as though my hands are dead cold.. I feel them.. My hands are dead cold..
Why did you come here, I ask, to show me that I forgot to turn the lights on? He slightly nods his head.. Am I that stupid? Do I need a poor little ray to descend upon my darkness to realize that the darkness is all my fault?
Why are you crying? I can feel it crying.. It has these little hicks with minute sobs.. I pat it on the back once more.. It shivers again.. My hands, dead cold..
It's.. it's too dark in here, it says. But I'll lose you if I turn the light on, right?
No, idiot, I'll be everywhere.. Besides you'll have plenty of rays, so you won't need me!
But.. but you are one special ray..
Oh come on! I am just a light cast on your stupidity, why would you need a ray that sticks that in your face? Well.. he is right in a way.. I let it go.. I turn the light on..
Rays fall on me.. I feel the heat..
My hands, dead cold..

Why are my hands cold, I ask..
BECAUSE YOU AVOID US! Whoa.. a choir! Only one of you, please..
Because you avoid us.. Because you don't want to be touched by the rays, you only want to see the brightness.. The light is cast upon you, not in you.. You don't let it go..
How.. How do I let it go?
Well, that's yours to find...

I sit down, thinking for weeks... My hands, still dead cold...