imagine you're in a place. silent. alone.
it does have corners, but you're not drowning in a darkness. so you don't need to be afraid. you're just squared there, inside. locked out.
once again, you're just in a place.
you hear something. but, just ignore where is it from. you hear another thing. it sounds softly. rushing through your ears. connect to your brain. but all you have to do is stay constant.
a drop of rain, knock-knock the glasses of your window. you know that, you listen to it clearly. but do you realize, that there's also something hit your floor. the land, where you're sitting on, right now. it's your teardrops.
a cold wind, pierced up into your ribs, your bones. reminds you about something.a thing that is haunting you, now. a thing that you forced to forget. another heartbreaks. another agony. another memories. you know, you're suffering.
a dim light, brighten your empty space. let your eyes capture shadows you don't want to see. a picture from your own flashbacks. make you wonder why you really need to remember that stuff. all of it. make you think about yourself, sitting there all by yourself. alone and lonely. you just don't understand, that actually you can't hold any of your sadness. anymore.
an old photograph, which is standing there with its frame. staring straight to your heart. the one that rearranged from every pieces that broke down. few moments ago. enters your soul and push you to relive the taste of the bitterness, you once knew. previously.
once again, you're just in a place. a room. with memories.
but remember, you're just imagined it. a dream maybe, sweet one or a nightmare?
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