It’s that one moment that changes your perspective for the rest of your life.

That’s the funny thing about time,
It makes us come to understand that the stranger dancing with fallen angels has always been ourselves.
The stranger that was blinded by the torment,
The stranger that made us lose all hope of love.

I was shattered, everything torn from me like a new toy getting pulled away from a child because they did something wrong. Was I that child getting that toy taken away? What did I do wrong? Is it fixable? More questions I couldn’t answer.

Lost, alone, and dead is all you’ll ever feel inside because that, my dear, is the price you’ll pay if you seek love or a happy ending.

There is this cold, dark room.
Inside that cold, dark room is a window.
A window that only looks out into the distance of nothingness.
Outside that window, is nothing but a gloomy emptiness and all you can hear is the heavy pitter patter of the rain,
Violently hitting against the glass.

The big question is where would you want to die,
Where would that final spot be?