Days are no longer the same. It’s not trashy, but it’s not the best shape I would imagine.
Lights are shining brighter than it used to, and darkness stays where it should be.
But why does the light does not shine as bright as when it tried to fight the dark?
Monotone as they could say.
Deep thoughtful talks with certain, or particular, people. How it feels so long yet it was very short. The mental-supports in every word we say to one another, that we did not realize.
Yet it was all back when the darkness dominated half of the soul. When we spent most our time at the present, reflecting the past, and not thinking straight about the future.
Do I miss the darkness and wanting it more than the lights? Or do my eyes are to blind to see the upcoming things?