Look out the window there you see the twinkling lights. Out in the sea of darkness. Do you see them or is it just my imagination, those lights that hold their souls. The souls of that dark world, glittering in the dark abyss . They go flying by at speeds unknown, but still their light entice me to look on in wonder at how they still can go on even if they are alone. I'm still trying to get my own light to shine bright but I feel like I'm fading more and more into the that dark abyss, but even then that darkness is my mistress. It's my saver from my cold and lonely life that I am forced to live in. I wonder if those lights I see as I pass on by ever think the way I do or if they ever feel the way I do or if they look at my own light and wonder how I can still continue on.
