I don't know why I'm standing here.
I'm just...here.
Space-Time,
Warping around,
Just so I could stand here.
Sunrays bouncing off the grass,
Giving off a glow of warmth,
Happiness is here, it calls.
If only you can find it.
But the darkness cries on.
The shadows are retreating against the trees,
Running from the light, they seem to cringe at the warmth.
It’s too hot, too bright,
Like the nights, they stick with their dark world.
Everything just seems so bright,
So new but-
Am I the only one to notice this
Darkness?
These tainted areas of the
Dark’s wild rages.
I suppose everything has a darker edge.
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A Darker Edge
Mystery / ThrillerNobody seems to notice the darker edges of imagination. They try to find it through suicide poems, I suppose. I think I might have just stepped on the line. And this is what I find **SLOW UPDATES**
