Life.

living

train.

truck.

a herd of animals.

you name it, I feel as though I've been run over by it repeatedly.

today is another day in the unforgiving darkness. another day I've spent hiding from the sorrowful world around me.

the sky seems to agree with me.

it's my only company. the gloomy grey forcing itself in through the slits between my blinds. the sun has no energy to burst free from its somber shackles.

the powerful light hides in its darkness, incapable of forcing it's self upfront.

the only thing surfacing into display is an artificial, international sign of happiness.

what little brightness is left is hidden, but the others can't know that.

they already watch me. they think I don't notice but my since of awareness is remarkable surreal.

I sense the moods.

I pick up their vibes.

the hidden shades in their unnaturally happy tones don't go unnoticed.

the gloom follows all of us, so who am I to wallow in the sorrow? who am I to hide myself away for days? it's not my right.

so I smile.

so I keep living.