The dark tavern I called home melted away. I called it home because it was the only place for me to thinks. My thoughts echoed though, carelessly bouncing off rigid walls. The water, from the waterfall just outside of the entrances, rushed loudly. The lonesome water droplets, from the roof of the cave, gently made a rhythmic beat. “Ploop, ploop, ploop...” I looked down and couldn’t help but cry. I was left for so long in this tavern of mine, it’s become my mind. My mind is dark no matter where the setting is, and I can’t escape it.