I had always thought light took my hands.
I was lost in a dreamland,
So, so, lost.
I believed in happiness.
I believed in true happiness.
I believed that it was everlasting.
I saw beautiful colours; vibrant and lively.
I smiled like the sun.
I saw beautiful people; kind and lovely.
I laughed with them.
But heck, I was so wrong.
In the end,
I was the one holding onto light,
and eventually, I let go of it.
