The hollow doors of the formidable castle beacon me once again,
like a ritual, they have registered my presence.
As i tread on the melancholic path set before me, the ghastly sounds of wolves hound me.
It is as though the world turned into darkness and the darkness itself turned into the darkest, yet alone the saddest.
And i alone could sense or "imagine" the putrid scent that roamed along the path i envisioned.
i did it again, i imagined.
But life has forever been at its darkest, as it is filled with memories of which most should have but didn't.
Am i insane, deluded and out of it? That the darkness is what clouds my vision and light is but a little epiphany that i am yet to experience?
The thought of light alone places me in this unimaginable state of euphoria that escape is futile.
But it seems light is all but reality for others except me.
The constant ebb and flow, as i rendered the hollow doors that resembled a darkness that was presumably experienced by I alone.
Remember that turbulence?
Life has had its way of leaving marks that i can't forget.
Like a bruise from a tender age or the scars of regret, the pain as the blood dripped off the ends of what was meant to be along with the tears that were shed make them impossible to erase.
But alas, Hollow doors welcome me again.
Life has shown nothing but the worst of its colors to me.
Offer me comfort i beseech you, for the world has been dark, cruel and lonely.
And greet me, with that cold hello i remember, at least yours is true.
