She feels tired, eyelids heavy, forehead pressing agains her skull. She hears them, but she can’t listen.
She wonders if she’ll ever gain that energy she used to have. There was once a girl filled with passion about life. Curiosity. She now stumbles across the hallway. Has no direction or intentions, wants no attention, no pity, nor anyone to help her out. On her own madness, just loneliness. How tiring is, to live. BLACK IN SHADOWS
Black in Shadows
Everything goes dark.
At some point we can’t see the end, or the beginning. Indistinct voices around my thoughts don’t let me see clear. Shadows of light fog my vision, I am lost. Am I? Everything goes dark sometimes. Fight the invincible, hurt your knees. Everything goes dark sometimes. Black in shadows. Black is shadow. Shadows following your thoughts around your mind, looking for the purest of your darkness, the brightness of your soul. Everything can go down to hell sometimes, let it sink. Accept there is no end, sometimes. There cannot be an end if you keep fighting it. There is no start if you don’t let yourself float to surface. Look around, find yourself, wonder why you are wondering so much. Maybe there is something deep in you that wants to do better, maybe there is something in the surface, yes, the surface, that you don’t like. What is it? Is it obvious that you are not happy, are you not happy? Am I? Everything goes dark sometimes. What can make the darkness less black, but less bright? Who said shadows are black? Did my thoughts said it? Who are my thoughts? Are they me? Are they those around me? Maybe. But black can also be bright, just like thoughts can be words and words can be actions. Turn off the lights, let this be the beginning.
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AuthorAlba Villaronga was born in Barcelona in 1996. She always searches different ways to tell stories. |