I wonder what it felt like before all of this.
All I have is a mental image of how it looked like when I still had hope. A light.
Although light is always surrounded by the dark. It creates shadows.
Once they swallow you whole, you can't escape without sacrificing your humanity.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.