The Dark Will Kill You Faster

If I were to describe the magnitude of love in my life then I would compare it with a flame. However I would say that it is currently a flame that has died down to a couple of small flairs and embers. There is a bright flicker of life here and there but as the night grows cold it withers even more. If I were to light a torch and leave the fire then I would have the light and I wouldn't be scared anymore but It also would lack true warmth. A torch isn't hot enough to warm me. Only the nice crackle of the fire can do that. I can feel it in my memories; a nice radiant heat that sweeps over my forearms first and slowly heats the rest of me. I could bask in that warmth for a lifetime. That's why people do. Yet... my fire is dying and I have a choice to make. Do I light a torch and move on or do I stick around and try to wait out the harsh bitter cold nights without light or heat to sustain me. I was once informed that the cold can kill you quickly but the dark can kill you faster... My choice is clear to me. If I am to survive I must Light my own way, for this fire is dead and it refuses to rekindle any time soon.