Lately, I’ve been confused about life. How people can walk everyday and repeat a pattern and not notice it. How one would sacrifice for another but does not get repay the same. I see those pictures comes to life and it sadden me inside. Why do I die a bit when those close to me are happy and sad? I do not know these feelings and cannot choose my own path. I choose to sit alone in the dark, avoiding the burning light avoiding visibility. Because light no longer bring goodness, but instead burn me with brutal judgements. I want to sit in the dark and let it consume me so no one will judge me for what I am outside and I won’t be able to do the same, because everyone would be blind and not have to worry how good or bad they look towards other. Darkness has given me wings of wisdom and a new strength. But in exchange I gave up happiness and freedom to speak my mind. I notice those close around me slowly fades away and I am not doing anything to lighten it up, because I am obsess with this satisfaction in the dark which will eventually ruin me to dust. And still now, I think I am around those who cares, when in reality I am alone.