Was it so recent that life was all bright and full of promise?

It’s all dark now, I can’t see, just shadows of what was, shadows of what could have been.

That bright energy pouring from my soul, a new journey planned but not made, where is it? It’s all faded now, grey is the brightest colour now, I was used to black; maybe grey has its promise.

Simplicity turns to difficulty, am I broken?, no I think not, just fallen deep into a quagmire, I can get out, will take a while to climb from the darkness, If I look up will I see a circle of promising light what if I climb further down?

One special soul could save me from this; I wonder if that kind soul ever will, no problem, I won’t wear sunglasses here, my eyes cannot be seen and I cannot see my eyes.

Do I like this darkness, I feel cold, is it better than being warm?

I’m used to it now, it hides me from view, I’m silent, and I’m darkness.

It’s dark again.