The dark can recreate you, make you sane again. The dark… it is a beautiful place to be.
Remember how curious you were as a child? How you refused to colour the sky with a blue crayon just because you saw an orange sunset while coming back home?
For the longest time I’ve always wanted to fit in, so much that I tried to change myself to fit in with the popular crowd. But I realized something. I would never fit in anywhere, because I am me.
Reality and Fairytales. They never agreed on anything and often disregarded the other’s way of life.
Dark skeleton trees of autumn tinted with shades of yellow and olive green glisten under the faint light. Yet I just notice the falling leaf.