Its Cold

Yeah, I don't even KNOW what this is.

It's cold.

Empty.

Pitch black.

Lonely.

I hate it here.

In this valley of the dark.

It makes me wonder who I am.

Where I fit in.

But I don't fit in.

Anywhere.

So here it is I stay.

Darkness.

Sadness..

I'm here again.

Why always here?

But then I notice something bright.

A hand.

Glowing white,

reaching out,

almost....

smiling.

I grab it.

I'm lifted out of the dark room,

into a world of light and colour.

I see who the hand belongs to.

I am no longer in darkness.

The End

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