What is left after a breakup is memories,
which in turn lead to loneliness.
When one decide to be brave no more,
and live each day by memories playing in our minds,
loneliness finds it way in through the fragile hairline cracks in our soul.
And we start to fall.
Fall into an endless pit of complete darkness.
Lost somewhere. Lost no where.
We try to speak but only our echo would answer.
We try to see but everything is just darker than dark.
We try to run but to no where.
Search.
We start searching for the opening, where the light shines in.
Where we start breathing, breathing...
Where would that opening be?
When will we be able to find it?
When will we step out of the darkness, the loneliness... ...