Home

I used to live in the lowest of black holes, the

places where the forgotten people reside.

I called that place home

Caught between light and dark I found these

Golden objects. Life couldn't be the same.

These euphoric demons took me to new places,

away from the black hole that I called home. I

started to experience colors - bright ones.

I experienced feelings that were nowhere to be

found in my previous residence. Those feelings were

akin to falling in love for the first time, staying out

all night, and running out of breath from the joy

of laughter. That's what I felt.

After this dream-like experience, I went back to my

dark hole and rid myself of the appreciation, love,

and bright colors and replaced them with feelings of

disgust, hate, and black-and-white.

I hated myself when these demons weren't controlling me.

I hated it.

Here I am, floating somewhere, I'm not sure where

But it's somewhere between my old, black hole

and the bright colors of everyday life. I now reside

in an apathetic gray-scale.

My demons are gone, as well as my happiness and my sadness.

I feel nothing, but it's better than the demons

running my pathetic body.