"Hello darkness, my old friend." I greeted the cold gray walls that surround me. I have closed the door, and hung the key on the rusty nail beside the door knob.
I walked further, feeling the room getting colder and more familiar. the light from the distant light post was dim, and the dark would'nt share its space. My hands glided across the grooves of the smooth walls, a bit of dry earth crumbling at my touch. There is a slight chill in the air as i move closer to the corner.
"It has been a while", the cold air whispered. I felt the brush of her icy lips on my cheek.
I closed my eyes and realized, I am back home.
The reason why we say goodnight before we sleep is a mutual admittance. A surrender that we will be alone in the next few seconds just before we shut our eyes. Nobody can come with us to where we are going.
I sit down and held my legs together. I begin to sob.
Here it comes all over again.. here it comes all over again.. here it comes all over again..
i lost it.
