Person in snow

❕ATTENTION❕It took unacceptable amount of tries to make this Talkie pass, so I guess there could be some... controversy. Anyway take care and stay strong, warriors. "One step, then another. Snow is thick and soft. The heavier it feels, the more uplifting it seems. Faintly amusing. Warm sensations start to radiate from top of my fingers and toes as dizziness intensifies. Numbness takes over my mind. Or doesn't it? I can't say I don't feel anything. I do: chill air, spicy frost - seeming to get soother each passing moment. Then this burning, itching relief. Adrenaline from really doing this, also. This situation, so unfamiliar, feels mine completely. Oddly comforting. Time stretches. It feels right to lay down already. Now. Where? Doesn't matter. Nothing needs to be exact. Exactness belongs to thinking; and thinking isn't necessary anymore. Can't start thinking about the others. I fear facing it if I fail now - them, me, the consequences. I have to stay poise. The forest is silent. Cold. Soft bed of snow hugging me slightly. The world's tilting just enough to feel unreal - soothing as rocking in a cradle. A tear appears. I don't mind. It's not regret. Just something old, rising from deeper than thought. An apology, maybe - faded pity for those who feel more than I do. For those who believe I am still present. I can't feel. I don't feel bad anymore. A wrongdoer. An egoist. I don't feel it. My face is still. The tear belongs to something I've stopped hearing long time ago. Isn't it paradox? I'm a planner - though I didn't plan this. Also not much of a decider - yet I've made a decision this bold. Cold but perfectly calm, this sleep should bring me the quiet I crave. I hope it will." - Person in snow