Contrast

How he longed for it. He could not bear to be separated from it though he pushes it away. Unbearable was the sadness though he understands that it is his own doing. Nothing he does can regrow what had been cut down. Slowly gnawing upon his will, the sins of his past and present destroy what could be. With the contrast gone, nothing was left to live for. The future was bleak though he was to blame.