Nights go by like a blur the colors of life all fade into a dismal gray and eventually turn to bottomless pit of blackness. Sleepless nights waking up to dreams that were all but to real, and wishing they were true.

Nothing will ever be the same without the one thing that was certain of having until time came. Time came before it had to, and took that one thing away that was bright and beautiful, now causing everything blurry and dismal...Pondering every second of life before, making every thing now into my own personal hell. Somewhere that is undeniably hard to get away from, and draws me into deeper and deeper sorrows. Cries are made, but no sound come from my body. Going on with this cloud over my head, fear of hopelessness of success drowns me. A shadow to follow me where ever I go, gaining nothing, but walking in circles and lack of excitement in life. There is just this life going in a vicious repeating motion, and still seeing the same place walked before.