Latsovphan
I was alone, no one wanted me, I was only a nuisance to everyone.
My life lived to be nothing and nothing only. My existence was like the wind, only felt but never seen.
My presence like darkness, cold and detested but just like how my light fell into darkness, that same light will also climb back from darkness to light.
A place where darkness can't reach, a place where light can shine.
It's no where near perfect, no where near a normal life but the life I want to live is the sort of life who can be myself.
I don't need all those fancy stuff, I don't need money, I don't need to be popular.
All I need is life where I can be myself, slowly climbing back up at my own pace, my own time.
Who am I? Why don't we find out.