I wander through the labyrinth of my soul, where love and hate are born from the same dark seed, and desire pulls me in endless circles. My heart is both prison and battleground, torn between darkness and fleeting hope. In the end, I realize I may be the one who spins my own fate—only to be ensnared by it.

These words speak to the paradox within—the shadowed heart bearing light, a flame that knows both the anguish of existence and the fierce beauty of bringing hope. This voice of darkness, nuanced and profound, emerges not to consume but to test, to sift through fleeting sparks for something eternal. Yet in its endless quest, it confronts the same aching truth 

In the quiet aftermath of her absence, I find myself holding onto the echoes of our love. 

The words we shared now linger in the air, 

reminders of a light that once filled the space around us.

"I am lost," she said, and in her departure, I too feel adrift. 

Her laughter, her warmth—gone, yet etched in my heart.

Now, as I navigate this void, 

I carry the weight of those tender moments.

If i am a blank slate, what of all that came before?

Sometimes a thousand words wouldn't make sense