what's done in the dark, must come to light.

you are a dark abyss of black, there is no visibility. black absorbs all color; you absorb and collapse upon yourself.

how to reach you? how to communicate to the distant? it's a good question to be asked. do you want to be touched, loved, thought of, cared about, talked to?
"YES!! I AM DYING--I WANT TO DIE, I WANT TO DIE, i want to die..." there's a simple solution for that, and you know of many. your tears are useless, your cries fall upon deaf ears. you are such a fool.
















"i am better than you, and you know i'm better than you. i will become something that will eclipse your existence and you will be sorry for all that you did. i am intelligent, talented, unique, mature, witty, attractive, responsible, ambitious, personable, kind, outgoing, caring...the list goes on, my dear friend. you are nothing but a setback and you--you are dead to me."

light begins to seep into the abyss of a room. a window has appeared. sunlight is able to come in through those transparent panes as the sun rises.



another one is built and put in. more glass in the room. you are saddened, yet pleased.




and another.

and another.
and another.andanother.andanother. and another!

it is clear what the abyss once was. a skeletal frame of plaster, messed up sheets, strewn clothes, a neglected desk and a chair never sat upon. an unpleasant smell mingles. with the sun, the rays bring a presence of contentment. you are the speech within the abyss, and your voice is crisp and clear. no more sounds of unhappiness, no more anger, no more disappointment. nothing.



you have yourself.