29. From where till what?

Grace-

His silence shut me down rather than the words that fell out of his mouth. Shouldn’t I go after him? And do what… chase him like darkness?

A life like mine, there’s no such thing as ‘happiness’, in it. How can I be so dumb and still look for it? What I see in this obscurity is hands that smell like blood and cigarette and not roses and ‘Phoenix’.

But I want to run from this reality, hide in a box, a reality where I broke a pure heart, a heart of gold, something I never had,

something I can never have,

something I will never have.

Because that’s me, a demon, a young demon, who voluntarily chooses the moon over the sun,

the dark over bright,

and the night over daylight.

I sniffled, not wanting to bawl but it’s like the chains that were tying me are now broken, letting my spirit roam free and the first things it wants is to cry.

Because my only hope of happiness is gone, because the smile I had had only lasted a few seconds, the dreams I saw will become nightmares because