I'm writing this down because I don't ever want to forget the way it was.
The way it feels to feel nothing but an open lonely pit of emptiness.
Were the darkness engulfs your being, to the point memory doesn't recognize yourself.
Not even your eyes.
The dark clouds as one cannot see back or forwards.
To the point of no escape, no light, or of hope.
Something has to change, someone has to change.
Changing the world doesn't change yourself, change yourself to change the world.
Light feels warm, with a comforting touch.
A touch haven't felt in so long ago.
Darkness turns to blue once again.
By: The CoffeeShop Ripper