This discomfort-ness is all I've been feeling, how long has this been a part of me?
Why does it feel like it this torture has been going on for an eternity!?
This whole being as if being perpetually cursed with pain in such a distinctive manner;
enveloping me whole, as if reminding me on the purpose of my existence?
So I take a few long breathes, trying to balance out the darkness by gasping for light.
More and more uneasy; I feel the insides of my stomach churning with bleak memories and resentment…
even the insides of my body seem lethargic of he.
On the outside, the heat gets overwhelming and the state of being feeling more and more depleted.
In a state of hopelessness and at the sign of losing his breath—he pours cold water unto his damaged soul,
replenishing and watering the dying optimism,
and as he repeats this, darkness appeared to dissipate,
While buds of optimism grew and gave birth to clear sight once again.
Momentarily, he is freed of the darkness
Until it comes again unannounced, haunting.
