I sit in this unlit room

and stare into the ceiling, not making a sound

the ceiling stares back at me, though as to be ashamed.

In this room, I am entombed.

in this room, lays the toys

I onced used to create myself a life to be famed.

This dark room once laid the foundations of my life

but now, its just a graveyard for all my hopes, dreams, and ambitions

I turn to my side, now facing a wall, I see a few objects among the clutter

one is a flashlight, the other is a piece of paper that read

"should I cry because its over, or should I smile because it happened? Should I wallow in my past, or use it to build the future?"